Every night I imagine touching your face,
but nothing is there except empty space...

I'm an idiot, aren't I?
I go around, pretending I don't see it...

I guess I should move on...but something keeps...
all my friends say I’m too good for you...

I tried to hide everything I could
but hiding didn't solve...

Every night when i lay in bed thinking
i always think about the bad things that we have...

When i sit here wondering
Thoughts keep running through my mind...