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
