Only will I ever be longing.
Watching you from afar.
Instead of being honest.
It's taking me apart.

Only will I ever be longing.
For something that isn't here.
My imagination sometimes brings me to tears.

A child in my hands.
A girl or a boy.
Streaming down my face.
Rivers of joy.

Out of breath I realize; screaming at the wall.
Only will I ever be longing.

For I cannot see past my flaws.
And therefore I will never reach the stars.
In turn I'll never escape the dark.
And I will never hold your heart in the palm of my hand.

Time is running out.

Like quicksand.