There is a way forward.

There is a way out.

The way out is on your lips,

 Or within your fingertips. 

Don't let the truth die out on your tongue. 

There shouldn't be this sweet pain. 

Unless you're content in forever being apart. 

Run. Run. Run to her, before it's too late. 

Don't stay trapped in your dreams,

 Don't trap her in your mind.

She's a part of you, she shines through.

You are her, she is you,

And I am sure you see it too. 

She comes to you, drowning 

You turn away, leave her in shame

Should she be the one to blame?

But, No. No. No,

This girl won't let you go.

You never ask her to stay.

Instead, you disappear,

Falling through space and time.

She looks on, trying not to cry.

As you slip through the hands she used to hold on to you.  

It seems you don't care,

Maybe it's not enough.

How can she be happy, when it's in you she trusts,

How can she be happy, when you're showing her no love?

You don't see the mutual torture you cause,

You ignore the pain.

You just always leave her, even when your heart is screaming loud enough for the two of you to hear,

Stay. 

Her heart is alone. 

She needs you. 

She sees your pain. 

She feels your anguish, miles away. 

She wants you to hold her, and yet...

You hold on and you wait for her,

When there's nothing she can do.  

In the end, who's more helpless?

I think it's her, not you. 

There is a way out. 

Not for her, but you.   

The power is in her eyes, her laugh, her mind. 

The truth lies in both your hearts,

But it rests in your hands. 

There's nothing she can do,

For it is you who must make this dream come true.