I take a look around me, at all the passers-by,
I feel like I'm on pause, to what? I'll never know why.
I feel so immature
As they rush to destinations,
Like I cannot leave, but cannot stay,
Yet I cannot breathe as they play their games,
You dont even see me as I whisper hello,
We couldve been soulmates...
I guess we'll never know.
I probally could've stopped him, but whats the world without what-if's,
what's life without chances, or courage without risks.
Time seems to stop as you wave good-bye and my world comes crashing down,
As I watch him slowly die.
But you want to keep listening, to know what happens next
Cause it's what we've turned into, loving other people's sadness,
It's what we are in this cold, hard hex.