probably "point"

thank you for staying
while my heart is heavy
thank you for being here

old things tire me
and I find myself struggling
as other people's pain
becomes my own

I see words and I hear actions
but the two become confused

but right before I say I don't want anymore
I know it isn't true

and I know I don't know
how to love you like I should
at that point I'm closer
than I've ever been before

I don't know how to see you
could it be we don't know who you are
don't know if I should be here
until I remember where we are