Dead Poetic

Feeling low, like I???m ready crack and slowly moving from bending to breaking.
I stay diluted to avoid the pain, but I give her more than she can take.
I???m only killing the only haven, the still asylum I haven???t destroyed yet.
And when it???s gone, I???m left with nothing.
This isn???t what we counted on. This isn???t what we said it???d be.
The fantasy is dead, and I cannot feel it.
This isn???t what we counted on. This isn???t what we said it???d be.
The fantasy is dead, and long forgotten.
I told her she was killing me and she said she was already dead.
Every ounce of emotion fades, and I promise you it???ll end someday. I hope.
I???m only hoping that this is common. She???s all I???m left with when all this fades away.
And when it???s gone I???m left with nothing.