When can I stop thinking
I’m still with you, you with me?
When can I handle this?
It comes and goes at least twice a week
I’m confused
Think I missed everything
I ever needed for some obscure reasons
What if there’s no one to share how I feel?
I can’t imagine anything as sad as this
I’m ready to fall
I have nothing holding me back
Why can’t you see?
I’m ready to fall
and I got something full of anguish
Why can’t you feel?
Yeah, I might just go to bed
and forget this moment
Yeah, I’ll be fine anyways
