It's not only thinking
You don't care about me anymore;
The problem is accepting
You never cared in the first place.
It's the pain of sinking
And hoping we could finally feel whole.
The tension we've been building
Explodes and burns like a slap in my face.

So what if you say "sorry",
If words are so easy to erase
When there's all but no true feeling?
I expected an impact, but never in my face.

It's not that you don't love me,
It's that there's no place in your heart for me.
The tears that I've been holding
Suddenly are bursting and tearing you apart.
It's not that I can't see,
But the light's bright and distracts me while I bleed.
The problem now is knowing
There's no way I can pull you from my heart.

And since you don't feel sorry
I must act with a smile every day,
As if you never said you loved me.
I expected an impact, but never in my face.