How I feel

Yesterday, I found why I, could never tell you how I feel.
And today, I know I should go, no matter how much this appeals.
And I don't believe that anybody in the whole world feels, how I feel.

It's so strange, I can't explain, the things that I wanna say.
It's too late, and it won't change, and I'm the only one to blame.
Still I don't suppose that anybody, could possibly understand, what I mean.

I'll walk the paths that lead me to your front door,
And when I get there I can't go on anymore,
I'll drop my head, and turn, and go,
And swear not to look back,
When I know I will.
Still baby, there's a chance that you're gunna save me.
And maybe, you could somehow ressurect me.

Tomorrow, I'ma find why, I keep picking myself back up,
And today, I'ma slide by, and sit back to take a look.
And I don't believe that anybody in the whole world feels, how I feel.