Pretty things

i am nothing without you
i am nothing without..

so where am i supposed
to rest my head tonight
when we are miles apart
and you never call
i wish we could believe
as we're stuck here in between
what could have been
and what will never be

is there something in me
that i can call hope?
is there something out there
that i can hold on to?

it's strange how things turn out
you build it up and then
let it fall to the ground
and i'm sad that i missed out
on all the pretty things
that just passed me by
moments we forgot or left behind