Looking all around me,
I see the world has come full speed,
The children, crying, running, laughing,
Everyone seems to have moved on, but me.
I’m standing at the window,
Looking as far as the eye can see,
Hoping I’ll find something, someone, some sign,
Of a world waiting for me.

All these words I keep writing,
All melodies they keep playing in my ear,
Are really just me having an argument with both sides of the mirror,
“That guy will not listen, to everything I said.”
and “That guy will not just get out of my fucking head.”

You’re deeply rooted within my heart,
Everything I do in life is to make you happy,
Everything I’ve become, I wanted you to smile,
I don’t want your sympathy,
I want you right beside me.

So many years, between us have come and gone.
As I tried to reconnect, I got your message: You have moved on.
I regret the time we’ve lost where the fault is all mine.
I regret even more the end of our trying.

The fault is not mine,
The fault is not yours,
There is no blame at the end,
No score to settle or tally up,
Just one of us with the wind knocked from our sails,
And one of us floating, in the ether, like an angel.