U.

I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us, how we met and the sparks flew instantly. I used to know my place was a spot was 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 fallout. So many things that I wish you knew. So many walls up, 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...

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. 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 to see the ending. Why are we pretending this is nothing? I'd tell you 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 liked it better when you were on my side. The battle's in your hands now but I would lay my armor down if you'd say you'd rather love than fight.