My fingertips trace your picture, That's clinging to my mirror

Thinking about all that I had, Seems like now it's turning bad

Confusion and partial hearbreak, too

Clinging to hopes of me and you,

Should've, could've been too good to be true

Holding onto what I have of you, Wondering if you feel like this too

Tears stream from my eyes, Haven't felt like this for some time

Caring, heart breaking in two

Clinging to hopes of me and you

Should've, could've been too good to be true

What did I do to mess this up, I used to have that half-full cup

Please say I shouldn't be like that, Will you be my safety mat

Dry these tears that plague my tired eyes

Please don't let me fall like I did before

Maybe I'm too clumsy, or maybe I'm just dumb

But I still cling to this bit of hope

That you and I could be too good to be

Too good to be true