Here I sit beside myself, admire the others around While they are talking, while they are laughing, I'm getting confused and unreal And while I pretend, I know I've been loved for something that will never exist
And so I waste the most of my time just by sitting and drifting away And your eyes tell the story of trust and disappointment, Of love and pain, Just of you and me
Hands that open up, exposing our weakness comprehension as companion, reeling within time Outside the daylights are hurting like knives
And my way home seems to endless And while I'm driving I'm not sure, if this next day will be bearable without you
