Games, changes and fears
When will they go from here?

When will they stop.

I may appear to be free
But I'm just a prisoner, of your love
And I may seem alright and smile when you leave
But my smiles are just a front, just a front.

I play it off but I'm dreamin of you
I'll keep my cool but I'm feeling..

I try to say goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it, it's clear
My world crumbles when you are not near