Where does passion dwell when it ceases to show?
Where do the potential smiles hide when there is no joy left to know?
Passion, smiles, laughter and butterflies;
the things that disappear when a relationship starts to die.
Growing more distant with each bitter word, incorrectly interpreting what we heard.
Overreactions and delicate lies,
its far too late to sympathize.
I’ll fall away and let go of your hand,
freeing myself from your harsh demands.
Tears, loneliness, and sleepless nights;
the things that appear when a relationship dies.