Rebuilding from the Wreckage

I've been talking to the walls again. They're better at listening than we've

been. You're right beside me, but miles away. Our silence is

louder than anything we say. I see the truth flicker in your face.

Like you've already packed your heart and left this place. And I'm stuck

here asking myself why I'm fighting for something you already let die.

And I hate that I feel you fading. Hate I might just keep breaking.

Hate that I still can't let go. 'Cause losing you feels like losing

what's left of my soul. But I'm not done yet. I'll crawl through