i am tired my love, it is as simple as that
I am no longer sure of what we are doing
and I no longer know if my heart can understand
fact from fiction, love from lust.

Faith is what I had but something I no longer posses.

I have said I love you when you feared I had stopped
I have listened to the beautiful things you have said
and have gotten lost, deeply lost my love

but now each and every-morning
that I wake, I realize I reside on the
other side of where you live

and each and every day as my eyes stare
into the darkness of the evening sky
i ask you who am i.