They're there.
They're there
I walk over and my heart seems to throb,
And it reminds me of the old times,
Once hidden in the fog.
They're there.
They're there.
It's mostly a haze,
And it puts me into a disconsolate daze,
I'm fazed.
They're there.
They're there.
All I do is stare,
Or maybe I shout,
Because that would be nice.
Instead of picking at the grout while I'm
locked in the bathroom to calm myself down.
They're there.
They're there.
Just wondering what will be different,
When you decide to change.
