Lost is standing next to you,
And feeling a million miles away.
Lost is standing in the sunshine,
But seeing nothing but gray skies.
Lost is seeing you,
Loving her.
Lost is the confusion,
The irony, of looking at your face.
Wanting what you are,
but hating you all the same.
Wanting you to leave,
Run away as far as you can,
But begging you to stay.
Baby your my drug.
I know i shouldn't want you,
Especially now that you've moved on,
But they do call it an addiction for a reason.
I'm sorry if you come back,
And ive moved on.
Ive just gotten tired of being misrable,
So you can be happy.
So, i wish you luck.
I hope your as happy as I am now.
Loving someone whose not you,
Gives me a higher high than you ever did.
He saw me,
Through my attempt of invisibility.
And found me,
When I was lost,
Standing next to you.
