I am lonely.
Solitary, confined, empty.
Alive, warm, home.
I am lucky.
This I know.

But this endless middle ground
habitual uncertainty
all I want is to be found
will he or won't he
and I sink beneath the ground
sickening to say the least
somewhere inside I have a voice
but not one soul is around
no one left to ask me.

Once again I'm drawn within
I see with blurry eyes
their plane crashed and I die inside
for a love I have never known
and maybe never will.

I observe as he gets mad
not knowing what to say
it makes me laugh because I know
he loves her every day
as time passes they will grow
while being side by side
and I am left just by myself
swimming against the tide.

There was a time their life was threatened
and they could have lost it all
but now it seems she's lost to us
so our hearts will take the fall.
The love they share is like no other
holding onto what is real
I dream about it on the daily
pink and blue is what I feel.

My mind hangs on by a thread.
As each day comes to an end.
Going over what was said.
People care, but aren't aware.
Avoid and swerve, as if I care,
I'm reaching out, but nothing's there.