I shouldn’t be crying, but something’s missing. Whatever it is, it feels like it’s laughing at me through the glass of a two-sided mirror. Whatever it is, it’s just sitting there laughing at me. And I just wanna scream: What now? I just can’t figure it out. What now? I guess I’ll just wait it out.
The more I swear I’m happy, the more that I’m feeling alone. ‘Cause I spend every hour just going through the motions; I can’t even get the emotions to come out. Dry as a bone, but I just wanna shout: What now? I just can’t figure it out. What now? I guess I’ll just wait it out. What now? Somebody tell me, what now?
I don’t know where to go.
I don’t know what to feel.
I don’t know how to cry.
I don’t know why.
So what now?
All you give me is a heartbeat. I never fall asleep when you’re in my bed. I’ve turned into a statue and it makes me feel depressed. Sometimes I ignore you so I feel in control ‘cause, really, I adore you and I can’t leave you alone. I wait for you to open up, to give yourself to me but nothing’s ever gonna give; I’ll never set you free.
You don’t love me, big fucking deal. I’ll never tell you how I feel.
You don’t love me, not a big deal. I’ll never tell you how I feel.
It almost feels like a joke to play out a part when you are not the starring role in someone else’s heart. You know I’d rather walk alone than play a supporting role… If I can’t get the starring role.
(Before the start began, I always saw the end.)