The Look Of Nothing

I've loved you much too long and far too well. 
I guess that's how you know when something dies. 
We're still going through the motions, 
And a stranger couldn't tell. 
It's just The Look Of Nothing in your eyes. 

I see what you go through trying not to hurt me: 
Synthetic smiles and silent lies. 
But, the nights are cold and long. 
I'd rather have you gone 
Than see The Look Of Nothing in your eyes.