I take a look to the people in front of me,
It would be really so much better if I couldn’t see
Where I am right now… And how lonely I feel.

They come and say they’re worried, they ask me if I am fine,
I hide my heart, I close my hands, and I fake a smile,
But, how could I be well, knowing that you’ll never be by my side ?

Well, sometimes, I get so tired of all this shit,
Sometimes, every single move of them seems so mean,
But I just can’t think of anywhere I’d rather to be…

I keep on watching the clock, counting the time,
I can not wait for the moment I’ll close my eyes,
And I’ll just pretend that you’re here, here in my arms…

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