youre not w me
and i guess its fine.

you're way too far
and i guess its fine.

cause i know we're still
gazing at the same stars,
same sky,
but at different altitudes.

and that is beyond fine.

i was there in the morning.
i was there in your mourning.
but you,
you left me hanging.

and i should bear this in mind:

that you will never like

the likes of me.

in the dead end of the night,
darkness is in your sight
you know you can fly or fight
don't know what is right,
don't know what is right.
chest is so tight
thinking with all your might,
but there is no light.
no, there's no light.

why fall for her,
when you can fall asleep
next
to
me?

i wish you would stare at me the way you stare at her

because bears feel cold without a fur
just like you without her
and its the same for me, im sure
what am i doing this for?

who am i fooling?

i said youre not dear to me,
that you dont mean something romantic.
but now i say this plea:
go away to save this heart from panic.

moments spent with you is agonizing.

im amazed on how you meet my gaze
its as if we're on the same pace
and i cant seem to believe,
now im dazed.

its getting melancholic each day;
with or without you,
the sun shines up anyway
in the afternoon, it turns blue.

we should stop wishing
that our love is worth reciprocating
cause we always end up hurting
by those wishful thinking.