Feeling low, like I'm ready to crack
And slowly moving from bending to breaking
I stay diluted to avoid the pain
But I give her more than she can take
I'm only killing the only haven
The still asylum I haven't destroyed yet

And when it's gone, I'm left with nothing

This isn't what we counted on
This isn't what we said it'd be
The fantasy is dead
And I cannot feel it
This isn't what we counted on
This isn't what we said it'd be
The fantasy is dead
And long forgotten

I told her she was killing me
And she said she was already dead
Every ounce of emotion fades
And I promise you it'll end someday (I hope)
I'm only hoping that this is common
She's all I'm left with
When all this fades away

She doesn't need it
She doesn't need it
My optimism is masking my failure