Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?
'Cause I'm not fine at all.
I remember the day you told me you were leaving.
I remember the make-up running down my face.
And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them.
Like every single wish we ever made.
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia.
And forget about the stupid little things.
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you.
And the memories I never can escape.
If today I woke up with you right beside me.
Like all of this was just some twisted dream.
I'd hold you closer than I ever did before.
And you'd never slip away.
And you'd never hear me say.