I give my all, then I give some more,
Striving each day to be more than before.
But what am I meant to say
When you won’t even meet me halfway?

I hold on tight, though my grip is worn—
This love, once warm, now feels forlorn.
With bruised-up palms you’ll never see,
I beg for a spark to believe in me.

Even my best begins to fade,
A threadbare hope I can’t evade.
Fighting for love I may never win,
Shrinking myself, shedding my skin.

I’m not who I was—not anymore,
Still aching from words you can’t restore.
They echo in places you’ll never know,
Where silence begins to swallow me whole.

So tell me, how long must I pretend
That love like this won’t break, won’t end?
When all I ask is for you to stay—
And simply try to meet me halfway.