You are talking, you are crying
And wishing I was there
I am sitting, I am watching
And of the truth I am aware
But I am stuck inside this body
That cannot convince itself to care
There's a melancholy to the room
A blankness to his stare
Letting me know that he is not completely there
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
You are talking, you are crying
And wishing I was there
I am sitting, I am watching
And of the truth I am aware
But I am stuck inside this body
That cannot convince itself to care
There's a melancholy to the room
A blankness to his stare
Letting me know that he is not completely there
