What the hell do you expect me to do?

Watch from afar as the love of my life
Gets drunk and drives off of a cliff tonight?
And then what?

Then I’m still supposed to believe in love?
Then I’m still supposed to be believe everything I have was given to me?
Was planned out for me?
Was written in the stars
And designed for me?

When I’ve watched everything I love die
Inches out of reach?
Where I can see them, hear them, feel them,
But can’t touch them?

What does that leave me with?
And what does that make you?