Motion of something I thought I'd lost
This commotion of words and yelling and silence
is so strung out inbetween
You know that's not what I mean
The feelings of yesterday pass
And the feelings of the present always last
And I don't know if I'm just being who I thought I was
or who I want to be
Hope is something that's never free,
Just like love; something that will never be a part of me
And I
I never thought nor did I want this to be gone
It always was and always will be
It's just me and me and you and me
Alone and waiting to be free from...
Well, I don't know
I don't know.