You are left to your own devises. You feel lonely , like holding my hand would fill your void and stop the trembling. You feel lonely , like saying " I love you" bring back the butterflies in your stomach, that left a long time ago. I'll be left by you, feeling just like you walking down the same street with the same strangers not seeming strange at all. So tell me, why do you keep holding my hand and why do you pretend to love me. It was nice for a while to feel the pain cut so deep, but it landed me on a hospital bed wrapped around in sheets, wishing i did it right the first time.