It's not my imagination. You loved me once, I know.
We were weakened by the distance 'cause we couldn't find a road. So,
why are we walking now, when all we've ever done is run?
How can you let go so easily,
while I'm still thinking you might be the only one for me?
Yeah and you told me that I was different,
and that you could never be just my friend,
and you'd hold me close, and promise not to go -
we'd fight right through this 'til we'd win.
And I told you that I'd wait - as I handed you my fate,
but you pushed me aside and a part of me died. So,
why are we walking now, when all we've ever done is run?
And how can you let go so easily,
while I'm still thinking you might be the only one -
and you told me that you needed me,
to prove how wrong all those others were for you.
Yeah and you told me that you had big dreams,
but I never saw you see them through.
Yeah and I told you that I loved you.
And I told you you were It.
But I'm only trading words with you,
and I'm growing tired of fighting for something
you just don't want to do.
Why are we sitting down, when all we've ever done is stand?
How can you turn your back to me, as I outstretch my hand?
Oh, and why are we silent now, when all we've ever done is talk?
Oh, and why are we walking now,
when all we've ever done
is run?
