I sit alone,
Alone in my room,
And think why am I home?
I wish I was with you,
No matter where you were,
We would think of something to do.
But now the memory of us is becoming a blur.
And I wish it would go forward or back.
To the way things were, or how they will be.
Just get me out of the present,
Maybe into the future.
Maybe into the past.
Just get me in a relationship that will last.
