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.