I think I've grown so tired of all these goodbyes What's the point in standing by while the sound is drifting out If the reward is just the sight of your sad red eyes And these pages I am looking at, now, are still white I guess I wrote a song, but You've heard it a million times before To make up some excuse I couldn't even tell your dog I'm afraid to look in the mirror, wondering what I might see Someone I don't know, someone I'd never want to be So afraid of losing I never start to play I thought it would be easy, everything would find its place So I survived when I could've been living instead Will I ever learn no traveller could be like you and me No flock of birds could ever sound like you and I