Fade

How far we've gone?

How close are we?

We are what we used to be.

My heart pounts

when you're not here.

It sounds.

It sounds.

I can hear.

The fear shows up

when you walk to me.

Cut the lines of my despair,

so I can breathe.

Cold is my body.

Warm is your soul.

Have you notice how many times I've said "I'm sorry"?

Have you notice how many times it was my fault?

I guess I'm fading away

in every words I say.

I was so careless.

I'm so reckless.

Now, I'm living on the dark side of the moon

waiting for some unreal light,

but I have to walk soon

if I want to see a better sight.

I'm wishing.

I'm waiting.

I'm here...

Can you see me?

Do you still love me?