Breaking Down

The end has come, but I can't forget how I feel...

I hear a song on the radio
and it brings a tear to my eye.
I read an old poem or two,
getting lost in the memories.
The words "I love you"
keep ringing in my head,
threatening to break free.
I'm fighting with all my might
to keep myself together,
but I don't know how much
longer I can last.
I don't know when the tears'll burst free,
or when the pain will grow too strong
to force into the back of my mind.
I'm afraid I'll slip up,
I'm scared that I'm too weak
to hold it all inside.
I can feel it growing,
overwhelming me,
the depression seeping through,
the heartache an ever-expanding hole.
If only I could change your mind,
but there's no changing it.
If only I could turn back time,
keeping the knowledge I have now.
But no "if only" can help me now.
No wishes or regrets will take away the pain.
I have to be strong,
I have to move on,
I have to be there for you.
You need me as a friend,
and that's what I'll be.
But I don't know how long I can do it
without breaking down...