it's too late to cry, too broken to move on.
A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather - I was praying that you and me might end up together; it's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert, but I'm holding you closer than most 'cause you are my heaven.
And still I can't let you be, most nights I hardly sleep - don't take what you don't need from me. Misplaced trust and old friends, never counting regrets . . by the grace of God I do not rest at all.