Its something I cannot control,
it happens on its own...

Hidden
I cant imagine life without you...

I'm not perfect,
no were close...

This weird feeling of hope washes over me,
when I see you day or night...

I hear the music in the house,
all the way from across the street...

Looking through the window,
I can feel the cool breeze...

A soft spoken sound,
in the middle of the night...

I can see it in her face,
when you walk away...

I feel weak all the time,
I can hardly breathe...

I am trying to figure out
this little problem called reality...

The lights are getting dimmer,
the halls are getting quieter...