Pretty Things — Her Bright Skies

i am nothing without you i am nothing without..

so where am i supposed to rest my head tonight when we are miles apart and you never call i wish we could believe as we're stuck here in between what could have been and what will never be

is there something in me that i can call hope? is there something out there that i can hold on to?

it's strange how things turn out you build it up and then let it fall to the ground and i'm sad that i missed out on all the pretty things that just passed me by moments we forgot or left behind