Still believing in what's been,
Not in that, which guides my eyes.
Not to end, but just begin
As the one, who always pries

Into shadows' lonely view,
Losing sight of what's myself,
Thinking "I'm what's left of you",
"Me" left on the highest shelf.

Far enough, not reaching out.
Far away and left alone.
Didn't know that I could doubt
Something I had never known.

Let yourself believe and change.
Stay beyond the length of touch.
Take this feeling, oh, so strange,
From this "me" that's so naive,
Because no one would believe,
That your leave can hurt so much.