Looking at you
What do you see...

I feel the knife
stabbing my heart...

Faster and faster
you make my heart beat...

I hate wanting you
nervously watching you pass...

If clocks have hands
do they have minds...

A blank page staring
straight back at me...

I hate standing by
holding it in...

Tears are rolling down my eyes
thinking how i used to look up to you...

I feel obsessed
like I'm obvious...

I'm feeling fine
even though i miss you...

Why am i here
giving a cold stare...

If i where to cry
at least one person would...