Over My Head

I try not to think too much.
I try not to think you've won.
I try not to think I've lost.
I try not to think you're gone.

I'm left hanging here, with nothing to hold.
With nothing to say, I'm going on cold.

I'm sick of this dance, the patterns we make.
I'm sick that this chance is one you won't take.

I'm over my head.