just tell me, what am I suposed to think
not a word, in a whole week
I guess when your off, with your old friends
everything we have, well, it just ends
is this what love, is about
your silence might as well be a shout
are you happier, up there, without me
this isn't how, we used be
it almost feels, like you don't love me anymore
I am miserable, terrified, and unsure