Things were the best they'd ever been I still beat myself up I can feel it in my skin The winters getting colder without you here We say "We're doing fine" But do we ever really mean it? So here, I'm doing fine I'm trying to really mean it Days felt like weeks, The longer we were apart The less i felt complete I can feel it in my heart Weeks turned to months We use to talk all the time I don't have the courage to confront Or even ask if you were fine I'll ask you, are you okay? Cause these days felt like weeks Will we talk again someday?