He walks as if there's nothing stopping him,
But I see that there's something pulling him back.

Sometimes, when we're alone, he talks to me like I'm the only person in the world,
But sometimes he talks to me as if I'm something on the bottom of his shoe.

Every time I feel like I need to see him he's not there,
And when I can't even face him, there he is.

Sometimes he cares about me, worries for me,
Other times he couldn't care less and he hurts me.

But I know there are two sides to every story and two sides to every person,
And all I know is his name and where he's from
I don't know the music he listens to or his favourite film
And all he knows is my name and where I'm going,
But I don't even know that yet.