I guess that every cliché is just because it's true:
"better to have lost you than to never have had you"

and "time heals all wounds" and "it's just to soon to be friends."

I'll take the pictures all down and listen to the sound of an empty room
'cause music makes memories and hide the guitar,
you're the last one that played it anyway.

I think I'll go away for a little while
and everything will be okay
and go away, it takes time
But you and I will be okay
and back to before
Well, can it ever feel that way?
I don't know. It's out of my control

I keep on telling myself, "you know you'll find someone else"
But who's to believe if you can't trust yourself?
So I won't call you now, besides what good would it do anyhow?

There's been no talking for days, when will it start to fade?
What's the reason it turned out this way?
'cause I don't believe in fate, that this just wasn't meant to be.

I won't leave this place
I'll watch the seconds race
The minutes pass away
The hours fade into yesterday and the days will pass us by and by
The years will pass us by and by
and will I pass you by? (will I?)
I can't leave this place