Sitting on the floor, thinking of it all.
Watching the clock move slow on the wall.
You say you love me..but where are you now?
All it took was a phone call for you to say chow.
How do you leave without an "I love you" or even a kiss goodbye?
I miss how close you used to lay by my side.
When did things change and where was I?
While I try to build us up..all you do is lie.
Why are you the one I love?
When I know you won't be here
When push comes to shove.
Why am I scared to let go and start over?
Why do I continue to let you push me over?
All these questions from a clock on the wall.