i feel like shit
when i'm sitting in this chair
looking at a screen
full of naked skin

i feel like i'm losing it
when i walk around
and punch the air
and lay on the ground

i sit here and i wonder
if you changed a bit
if you changed your hair
if you still care for me

dont know if you know
but i'd like you to be
with me...
dont think you can see me
but i still feel...
guilty
i'd like to turn around and be...
somebody else

it all sounds really silly
when i hear your voice
your passionate talk
your childish laugh

please hold on to this
stay who you are
and i promise i'll hold on
to my silent fall