What a pity,
Even after all this time, I'm stuck on you.
What a pity,
Every hour I seem to check back out of the blue.
What a pity,
That I can't find it in me to bid you adieu.
You're flying free without a doubt,
And here I am, both feet planted in the ground.
Struggling in a heavy drought,
Wounded, trying to be unbound.
You've flown so far, out of my line of sight,
From time to time I think I see you around
But the truth unfolds and no sparks ignite.
Then I'm left alone, dumbfound.
It's a pity,
How I'm hung up on you.
It's a pity,
The way being feels blue.
It's a pity,
That no matter how far you fly, it seems I'll only be a part of your background.
