I feel inside all littlest things,
We have a link with no rings.
I see the changes in your mood
Through way you type the words: "we would"...
You didn't call - I made a story.
I wasn't right? Well...i'm sorry...
It's all because of cruel distance,
That questions even your existence.
I have illusions all days long
And live inside them which is wrong.
I look around on the street -
I see your car and you in it.
It feels like i'm doubled now -
I live for me and you somehow.
I can't succeed in it, I know...
To split between two ways to go...