A photograph left by my feet,
Reminds me of times once left behind.
A distance, A well worn fact,
These things left to past but I feel that,
I've seen too many complications,
Never going to waste my time,
You might find out,
Never will doubt,
Harder to pretend

Tell me that it's worth fighting,
Tell me that I don't hear,
Tell me that I'm alive,
And I don't need happiness

A permanent smile with a well worn frown,
But I know you'll be gone when I walk on down,
And I'm sick of the feeling that you're not around,
Nobodies falling apart,
Don't need to know what you're thinking now,