How long do you think we can pretend?
How long can passion and ignorance sustain this?
What is this we're doing and for who?
It is awkward and always present at the forefront of my thoughts
How long can you give it your all but not receive anything back?
How long before you fade out
Before you are swallowed up by the resent
Nothing is real
Nothing makes sense
Nothing at all
I'm not sure this I can survive
I'm not sure this I can do forever
I'm not sure anymore
My world is feeling very empty even with you here
You are not present
You are half and I am half but we are not whole