His love is running out

Days aren't the same no sun in the sky
theres always a dark cloud up high
Because my baby has begin to tell me goodbye
I hold my pillow late at night
I turn over imagining you be here tonight
but only in my mind can i see you again
what you and i had was meant to be
we just messed it up pretty early
and if it were up to me i keep you like a dream
his love is running out a little bit of him still cares
there is only a little he could share
he had his own life to prepare
and it wasn't with me or for me
if he loved a lot harder he would think longer
and love me much stronger but his love is running out