God, how I wish I could get this out of my head
The words bang around and whisper inside me
I can't forget, can't purge myself
Of these memories you filled me with
...and then you open your eyes...
I'm all right, I'm cool, I'm surviving
I'm doing fine, I'm getting up in the mornings
I still look, still touch, still dream
Still feel the rawness of reality
Still feel empty
...you're the world to me...
He's there, he's perfect
When I'm with him I feel complete
I'm happy, we fit together against all odds
So why do I still hear the whispers in the dark?
Why am I still feeling? Still dreaming? Still plotting?
There's nothing wrong, so stop asking
I don't care about this any more
...seeing you smile makes everything better...
