Pretty Things

i am nothing without you

i am nothing without..

so where am i supposed

to rest my head tonight

when we are miles apart

and you never call

i wish we could believe

as we're stuck here in between

what could have been

and what will never be

is there something in me

that i can call hope?

is there something out there

that i can hold on to?

it's strange how things turn out

you build it up and then

let it fall to the ground

and i'm sad that i missed out

on all the pretty things

that just passed me by

moments we forgot or left behind