I am lying to myself tonight, The night you drove alone. The words that I'd rather have not said Maybe are the words that I need not say, Tonight. Condensation on the Glass, Conversation of our Hearts. A deadly silence broken by our cries. I can't breathe, Watching you destroying yourself. Forgive me, it was not your fault. Help me 'cause I can't do this on my Own. A compromise between Our hands, so cold, so near. Even the trees, seems to be crying. The rain like our tears, The leaves like our eyes. I hope these words are reaching Your head And not breaking your heart. I hope these words are reaching Your head And filling your heart. God please, Make me suffer, not her.