I don't want to see you, standing there
Where I'm supposed to be
And the worst part is that I miss you
What happened to us?
Talking it over doesn't seem to make things right
I know I should leave it behind
But something keeps holding me back
I'm still here, I know
But what's left of me after all?
Jaah, songwriting in progress. Taking babysteps right now. Rebuilding my house "brick by boring brick", if you know what I mean.