Every day, I see the same old faces
Walk down the same paths and hallways...

A pen on my hand
And stacked pieces of paper on my lap...

I still search for you in the crowds,
Under the canopy of green leaves...

Strolling down an empty hallway,
My footsteps echoed...

Watch me in agony,
see me...

Trying to hold it all together,
I needed to be strong 'cause somebody needs me...

It's a little bit
tiring sometimes...

I stood under the mistletoe
It used to be the exact spot I stood by you...

Look into my eyes,
Watch...

It's New Year's eve.
I glanced at my watch...

Waiting.
-one of the worst things about living...

WHAT IFs
-words that never fail to escape from my...