I'd offer you my open arms but I don't think you'd accept them.
I'd kiss your cheek and cry for you but I doubt that you'd listen.
I wake at night and wonder why I'm reaching out for nothing.
You should be here but you're always gone and I'm left thinkin'
This is strange, yeah.

I'm persevering through the truth and I'm trying not to bug you.
It's just so hard when you're alone and you think that someone loves you.
It might be lies, it might have passed but I know that it still holds true-
In my mind and in these notes the feeling's fresh as the dew
In love's garden.