My mind is racing.
Thoughts ravage the plains of my mind.

I keep thinking about
everything. I can't let go.

What's happening now, I
can't cope.

It's just too much.

Nothing can grant me peace
of mind, except for you.

All I wonder about, all I
care for is you.

I'd wish you'd reconcile,
I'd wish for once you'd care.

But you don't, you don't
see me, you don't notice me.

It's just too much.

Just like always, you're
there and I'm here.

And when I think we've
gotten closer,

we're really still as far
away as we ever were.

It's just too little.

07-04-2010 om 19:18 geschreven door Nathan