So this is how it works?
The flames burn out,
The coals cool,
And the embers all but die?

So this is how it feels?
When the pressure releases
I can breath again,
But all I do is sigh.

Is my love repressed,
Buried deep within?
Or just below the surface,
Hiding beneath my skin? 

Is my love impressed? 
I've done all that she asked.
I hid away a broken heart
And left behind the past. 

But though I've lost and found myself,
And should be doing fine,
I still lie up at night while dreaming 
Of those days when you were mine.