Before Sunrise

Here I sit beside myself, admire the others around

While they are talking, while they are laughing,

I'm getting confused and unreal

And while I pretend, I know I've been loved

for something that will never exist

And so I waste the most of my time just by sitting and drifting away

And your eyes tell the story of trust and disappointment,

Of love and pain,

Just of you and me

Hands that open up, exposing our weakness

comprehension as companion, reeling within time

Outside the daylights are hurting like knives

And my way home seems to endless

And while I'm driving

I'm not sure, if this next day will be bearable without you