Not the One

. I'm sitting here watching the clock turn on the wall.

Waiting for the echoes of your footsteps in the hall. But every word

you speak feels like a cold winter rain. There's a heavy kind of silence

hiding all this pain. You walk into the room with that look in

your eyes. The kind that cuts me down and never says goodbye.

I used to look for love in the shadows of your face. Now I'm just

a ghost lost in this empty space. Oh. Not the one.

We're running out of time trying to fix a heart that's no longer