I wrote a song

I was sure I still had my voice

but I guess I left it with you.

I used to be so happy,

so happy with you.

But now you're gone, and so am I

I don't want to live, but I don't want to die.

But I guess it doesn't matter,

it doesn't mean a thing.

Not the pictures, not the laughs,

no, not even the ring.

I wish I knew where things went sour,

'cause the days are years,

and the minutes are hours.

Well, now it's hard to function, and harder to smile

With every step I take, it feels like a mile.

So where do I go now? Go left, or go right?

I'm not sure, but I know you're in my dreams at night.

But I guess it doesn't matter,

it doesn't mean a thing

Not the pictures, not the laughs

no, not even the ring.

I wish I knew where things went sour,

'cause the days are years,

and the minutes are hours.

Well you say that it's over, that there's no coming back

But I know that if we tried, we could just back track

We don't need this pain, 'cause I know you're feeling it, too.

But you know that, in the end, it's all up to you.

Just open your eyes

But I guess it doesn't matter,

it doesn't mean a thing

Not the pictures, not the laughs

not even my ring.

I just wish I knew where things went sour,

'cause the days are years,

and the minutes are hours.

'cause the days are years,

and the minutes are hours

But I guess I don't matter...