Sometimes I stop and think, "What am I doing here?" and just feel completely lost when I'm with you.

I'm with him, but I'm thinking of you.

You always said I'd be better off without you. Who would have expected you'd be better off without me as well?

I hear you wake, screaming my name.
I feel you tremble, realizing I'm not beside you.
As I die a little inside, I smile.
I know he'll give me what you won't.