On the floor

I'm down on the floor,

leaning on the closed door,

thinking about all you've said;

all the things you made,

and as the tears fill my eyes

I can still hear you say to me.

It's over, I'm done.

The fantasy is long gone.

It was nev'r meant to be.

Now it's time to part our ways,

and say our final goodbyes.

I'm down on the floor,

wondering if there was more.

And all I do is sit and cry.

Sit and cry.