I'm not a part of it all anymore,
the joy, laughter and happiness.
Gone is the confession,
reality has slipped beyond my grasp
but I should've known it wouldn't last.
I feel disillusioned and all I see are lemon trees.
I'm driving around and I'm driving too fast
and still I'm thinking that I knew it wouldn't last.
All I can see are the little things I failed at.
It's like their eyes follow me and it's like they can see,
my mistakes and all the things I wish I had done but I didn't.
It feels like I'm falling, falling all the way down.
It shouldn't have been this way,
but I hate you so much right now.
Maybe it's the pain that's eating me inside out
but what do I know what this is all about?
You took me by the heart and you took me by the hand,
so how am I supposed to understand?
I am not a part of your life anymore
no, it's all over now.
My confession is gone
and so are you
but I'm still striving for a 'something better'
and maybe that's why I'm writing this letter.
One day perhaps, when you read it,
please take me by the heart and take me by the hand.