The sheer curtains hung over the windows,
Do nothing to block the sunlight, block the pain.
Waking was always the hardest part.
You couldn't stop yourself from moaning his name.

It makes perfect sense, really,
After all that's said and done.
It was never his burden to bear.
You shouldn't be suprised that he's gone.

Even after all he did and didn't do,
It's not his fault you're falling apart.
You're just mad he didn't take the blame,
And took the opportunity, took a stab at his heart.

Now you drown yourself in fantasy,
In a world of your creation.
You put down on paper,
Exactly what you wanted from him.

You're too afraid to stop and think,
But I bet that you'd regret it,
Because you should know by now,
That fantasy ended.

And when you live out your dreams,
Through notebooks and fear,
You curse your wandering mind,
Wondering why the hell he's not here.