All that I've got and all that I remember has caused me grief. I refuse to admit I have come to What this feeling is and now I turn to face you and smile away taunting, laughing at only you. Any time I try and let myself breathe I forget that you're here. Sometimes when I close my eyes and wish that I could do how we've wanted and now I fall too close to you and another day sighing, slipping for only you.