Sun on Sunday

A silent tear, an empty smile
So insincerely, but so gently in denial
And me the thief, so selfishly
All the moments meant for you, I made them mine
How was I so blind to miss you crumbling inside?
Is it too late now to fix you? Let me make it right
'Cause there’ll be no sun on Sunday
No reason for words to rhyme
'Cause if you’re bleeding, so am I
A wishful look, a hesitate
You’re hoping I will notice that you’re not OK
And me the fool, you turn away
It’s only then I feel the weight of my mistakes
And if I cut you, if I bruise you, then the scars are always mine
Cause I love you so to lose you would be worse than if I died