You're silence is deafening as you pass me by
Your eyes cold and distant, never meeting mine
It is like we never met, never shared this bed
The distance is great in our king size life
Your words sharp like daggers, cut like knives,
Girl is there anything of this love left
We don't fight, we don't speak
We don't shout, we don't scream
Then why all this space in between...
No broken picture frames
There are no holes in the wall
As a matter of fact,
We don't seem to talk at all,
But everything about you
Brings out the hurt in me
I look at the image of you in white
On that day we were all smiles
I never guessed this is where we would be
Is there a chance that our love lives on
Can we find what we once had
Girl can you ever again love me
No broken picture frames
There are no holes in the wall
As a matter of fact,
We don't talk at all,
But everything about you
Brings out the hurt in me
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