I used to think that one day we would tell the story between you and me. And how we meet. And how the sparks flew instantly. And people would say they're the lucky ones. I used to know my place was the spot next to you. Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat. Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on. Oh! A simple complication. Miscommunications lead to a fall out. So many things that I wish you knew. So many walls up that I can't break through. Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room. And we're not speaking. And I'm dying to know. ' Is it killing you like it's killing me? ' And I don't know what to say since a twist of fate. When it all broke down. And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.
How did we end up this way? See me nervously pulling at my clothes. And trying to look busy. And you're doing your best to avoid me. I'm starting to think one day I'll tell the story of us. How I was losing my mind when I saw you here. But you held your pride like you should have held me. Oh! I'm scared too see the ending. Why are we pretending this is nothing? I want tell you that I miss you but I don't know how. I've never heard silence quite this loud. This is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less. But I like it better when you were on my side. The battle's in your hands now. But I would lay my armor down if you said you would rather love than fight. But the story between you and me might be ending soon.