She walks past, I stand here frozen,
these actions I have subconsciously chosen.
I wish to stand at the peak and embrace the sky,
but maybe this mountain is just a little too high.
I live for tomorrow, a brand new day,
maybe then she can know what I have to say.
I can always afford to let a few days pass,
today is just a grain in the bottom of the hourglass.
I wonder why I have not told
her what is inside, she needs to know.
So up this mountain I must go,
but near the top, it gets so cold.
I have climbed the mountain, and now she knows,
But my confession was not the only one told.
She smiles for him, and for him alone,
My name may as well be carved in stone.
I live for tomorrow, a worthless day,
No one will return what I have to say.
I could not afford to let those days pass,
All the grains have fallen to the bottom of the hourglass.
No question why it ends this way,
I waited for too many days.
Here at the peak I sit alone,
my time has passed, I am so cold.
