How can I explain to you the picture of this avenue?
The rain falls on the street outside my window on this Tuesday afternoon.
I sit alone inside these same four walls I've lived inside.
So many lives I've lived and died; none so much as the one I lived with you.
I see you on the highway a thousand miles away.
Rain falls through your hair and cheeks.
Tears and mascara streaks.
Your face reflected in the gla**.
Lines in the pavement go past just like the lines around your eyes that held the weight of all these sad goodbyes.
Everybody that I know thinks that I should just let you go.
You run from everything, they say.
Hurt the ones you love like me.
But here I sit and picture you your fingers worn, your shirt torn through.
A heart so big it broke in two.
Your mind drifting through all you knew.
Afraid to love; afraid to lose;
Afraid to start; afraid to choose;
Afraid to live; afraid to die;
Afraid to let these days slip by;
Afraid to change or stay the same;
Afraid to lose yourself again;
Afraid of this truth that love could cause you so much pain.
I know.
I felt it, too.
I know,
I know,
Sweetheart, I wish it wasn't true.