everytime i think of you,
i feel shocked right through with the both of you,
it’s no problem of mine but it’s a problem i find,
living a life that i can’t leave behind.
there’s no sense in telling me.
the wisdom of the fool won’t set you free,
but that’s the way that it goes and it’s what n-body knows,
well everyday my confusion grows.
everytime i see you falling,
i get down on my knees and pray,
i’m waiting for that final moment,
you say the words that i can’t say.
i feel fine and i feel good,
i feel like i never should,
whenever i get this way i just don’t know what to say,
why can’t we be ourselves like we were yesterday.
i’m not sure what this could mean,
i don’t think sure what you see,
i do admit to myself that if i hurt someone else,
then i’ll never see just what we’re meant to be.