I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us. How we met and the sparks flew instantly. People would say, "they're the lucky ones.”

I used to know my place was a spot next to you, now I'm searching the room for an empty seat
'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on

Oh, a simple complication, miscommunications lead to fall out. So many things that I wish you knew. So many walls up I can't break through

Now I'm standing alone In a crowded room, and we're not speaking. And I'm dying to know, is it killing you like it's killing me yeah.

I don't know what to say since the twist of fate, when it all broke down and the story of us, looks a lot like a tragedy now: Next chapter.