I breath in,
hoping that I'll breath in air.
Of course I don't, I never do.
Time and time again I feel sick,
like there is not enough blood going into my brain.
My heart sometimes feels like stone.
Only because I cannot find you.
My ill-will, in this case, is my own fault.
The moment I set my eyes on you I was lost.
Into the air I flew, with no one else but you.
My sickness turned to anger with every moment we were apart.
Even though I would search,
I could not find you.
I could not find a soul to confied in.
How tragic this must be,
a girl who is lost...wandering.
Hoping and looking, always asking,
'Is anybody out there?'
As she only looks for you.
