As I sit here In the same desk Looking across Only seeing you're gone.
Listening to this sad song I can't help but want to hold you But you're at home Where I can't reach you Wishing to make sure you're alright...
"Hold on," Friend, do I worry too much? Do I care too much That every inch of me aches when you're gone? Even if only for the day Knowing I'll probably see you tomorrow I still wish to run in and hold you...
Friend of mine, C, I care so much But what does that matter?
I'm trying to continue Partially have But still I care for you.
Is this friendship I feel Or is it something stronger?
Either way I care, I worry, Because I'm only human.