Over the past few weeks, I’ve been thinking
Am I getting stronger, or am I weakening?
When somebody thinks you’re done
And wonders how you go on
It’s bitterness and anger that fuels the fire

If again our paths meet
I’d give you what you need
But I’m already six feet below the ground
I’m part of a dying breed
And if I’m what you seek
You can find me in love’s lost and found

Love’s lost and found

But I’m not down and out
Yet I’m hit where it counts
This is something I’ll never forget
When trust is something that you’ve lost
And regret is too high in cost
I trust myself and no one else
No one else

I’ve got to get out of this hell
But the only one who can help me
Is the one who put me here
After all I’ve been through
Now I’m not sure how to move on
Unfortunately I miss
I miss you