You will never know I wrote this about you

Should I talk to you today?
Would It be better than yestarday?
Your conscience could belong to me
And we would be one like we can be

Sure, the time is up and you're living your life
I'll fight and pretend we are alright
But at night I can't stand the lie,
'cause it's not on my arms that you feel fine

I would like to know the space that I take on your mind
Is it enough for you to care if I'm alright?
Care about the useless time I spend thinking about you
And how I wish I could start dreaming with her
Instead, I sit here wondering if it is true