As you walk past me
my heart begins to race
i just wish you could see
the longing on my face
the need to be loved
the need to be needed
the passion you feel with someone not conceded
its passion like that
that will make me smile
its passion like that
that will sustain me for a while
i need you to heed this longing in my head
but i know you'll just walk right by instead
this silence lives to take control of me
this silence that is the sweet sound of misery
