I die a little
each time I think of you
not knowing if you're even
thinking about me too.
I die a little
everytime I see
that there are no messages
sent from you to me.
I die a little
each time I pick up the phone,
finding that it's not you
and I am still alone.
I die a little
knowing that I care
for someone who is no longer
waiting for me out there.
I guess I have to die a little
to learn the painful truth
that I had Love in my hands
but I pushed it away for good.
