Every time i think of you
I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue
It's no problem of mine
but it's a problem I find
Living a life that I can't leave behind
There's no sense in telling me
The wisdom of a fool won't set you free
But that's the way that it goes
And it's what nobody knows
While every day my confusion grows
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say

Now i know, now i really know.

ever waited for something. that never came? that feeling that start's with a fool's hope, kept alive by rising uncertainty and finally extinguished by utter disbelief and disappoinment?

Yeah, i thought so too.

all that was needed was a single nod, a subtle change in body language, a certain look from the eye. just to confirm that a message was indeed received.

but no.

it is felt that silence is the right way while you stand there waiting for something that'll never come.

but i have one thing to say, Dont ever say things that you dont mean and make promises you cant fucking keep.

this time the joke's on me.