I used to feel so brilliant, so good about my life,
but after I got involved with you, all I felt was strife.

I'd spend my days thinking of you, knowing you were with her.
I tried to focus on other things, but it all turned to a blur.

At night before I'd lay my head down, I'd close my eyes and pray
that a miracle would happen and we'd be together someday.

I kept my faith and hopes up for what seemed like a million years,
ever day just wishing you'd come and wipe away my tears.

But you never came to rescue me, I was left out in the cold,
and slowly as I lay there waiting, my heart became worn and old.

Finally, after such suffering, my poor heart finally died.
I felt like I needed to weep some more, but all the tears had been cried.

So since I've been without you, I haven't known what else to do,
than to remember all the good times that I used to spend with you.

And just in case you were wondering, though my heart has died,
the love I'll ALWAYS have for you is burning deep inside.