The view from my window, reminds me of you
I can't shake your thought with you always within view
The trees we swung from, getting to know us better
Are visible from here, even in inclement weather
Poor old me, how should I be free?
Is this the same suffering? You felt being next to me?
All I have to say is sorry, sorry and I'm never calling
There'll be no more bothering, I'll be strong enough you'll see
Right now for you, but soon for me
Time keeps on, but my mind holds me still
I want to break free from the stagnation of will
You're so far yet so deep, deep within my all
I wonder if you still feel me, feel me at all
Poor old me, how should I be free?
Is this the same suffering? You felt being next to me?
All I have to say is sorry, sorry and I'm never calling
There'll be no more bothering, I'll be strong enough you'll see
Right now for you, but soon for me