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what am i supposed to do when i can't make sense of the feeling of never wanting to go a day without you
how am i supposed to breathe when you're not here and i can't take the air of anyone but you
what am i supposed to say when i'm living day to day without the feel of your skin against mine
i hate to say it, i really hate to see it, but i know it, and i'm really in it this time

but the stars keep saying not to trust it
they keep telling me you won't stay around
and i don't want to ask if you'll prove them all wrong
out of fear you might let me down

but part of it is trusting that you won't let me fall,
putting it all into your hands
and trusting you won't take it all
and drop me off where i was forced to stand,
all alone,
in the place i'm afraid of,
and go off to find something new.
what would i do
if i ever had to say goodbye to you

this is the kind of thing that would make me want to burn the pictures at the end
but who's to say when the end is supposed to be
i could never be just one, it's all or nothing
and i hope to high heaven you'll never forget me
it would hurt too much to think on what i can't have
so i would hate to remember the good times
i could never fully let go of what's mine
so i'd have to remove you completely from the timeline

somehow you think i'm still perfect
after all the times i made you mad
and after those few times you made me cry
you're still the best thing i've ever had
i hate to hear the cliches and all the lines
but for some reason they all make sense
i had to give you a reason to smile
and it's been blissful ever since

this is the kind of thing that would make me want to burn the pictures at the end
but who's to say when the end is supposed to be
i'm just holding on for as long as i can
and praying you never let go of me