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