I wish I could find out
what you think and feel.
I hate being in the dark.
Life seems so unreal.

Am I being selfish?
However can I tell?
We're not what we appear to be,
a lesson I've learnt well.

How do I seem, I wonder,
to someone who is not me.
To you and you, again to you,
how do I appear to be?

You all see something different,
You all look a different way.
From my eyes, see to my soul,
or so it is they say.

Give me a chance, I ask,
and take a chance on me.
Patience stretches only so far.
And it's the same with me.

I'd give many things I own
for what I dream with you,
but is it even possible
and could it all come true?

Tired now, and time for bed,
alone and on my own.
My thoughts inside my head
take on a sleepy tone.

It's the presence and the strength,
and security aswell.
It's knowing we're not alone, we miss,
and loneliness that's hell.