behind the scene

I never knew perfection 'till, I heard you speak, and now it kills me, just to hear you say the simple things. Now waking up is hard to do and sleeping is impossible too, everything is reminding me of you ; what can I do?
It's not right, not okay, say the words that you say maybe we're better off this way? I'm not fine, I'm in pain, it's harder everyday maybe we're better off this way? It's better that we break