I have no desire to make contact with all the thought of "no, no". I shiver now, to think of how this answer asked her, no. Long time gone. I run to my hide out.
Why are we here I always seem to ask myself Question averted by the thought of someone else And I'm hopelessly done with the things that I have tried to do
I looks outside and see that everything is perfect Except for me I'll always be the one who sits and stares And now it's killing me, it's just killing me