Same...

As quiet as I try to be, I'll never hear you breathe.
Your heart will never be with me,
So I shall never hear it pound.
Beyond my misfortune, I find peace,
For I've loved and feared the most
Living for a ghost.

So tragic an ending to the play, but to me,
It is the same, I know it,
And to you, it has always been nothing
For you are not what I thought you would be,
What you ought to have been you never were...
Emotionless I now defy.



Good-bye.