My heart shot,
And my voice is too,
I don't want to believe such things,
Because I don't have much faith left,
But you always find a way,
To make things seem okay.
Only here lately I've noticed,
Every day something is amiss.
Like part of me is missed,
Something I can't quite admit.

I don't know,
Exactly what it is,
But it doubts your words,
And makes us both,
Go silent.