It\'s not healthy now,
so I\'m learning to let go.
Not think of you somehow.
But, somehow, it\'s hard.
I walk aimlessly through the night.
Searching for peace in my head.
So that when I wander home,
I actually want to go to bed.
You\'d think I want to.
As, home is actually in my dreams thread.
But, somehow, I won\'t.
This isn\'t bye.
But know, that like you,
I will not try.
Why, why should I always say hi?
Because, somehow, I\'m lovesick.
I believe we have a magical touch.
Yet, it\'s hard to feel your hand,
when numbing mist fills my clutch.
not to fear, you\'ll hear my voice if it\'s true.
I\'m always talking. Perhaps too much.
Either way, I\'ll make it home.
But, somehow, with and without you.