It's hard to tell if I'm still dreaming
Strange I hardly feel a thing
I sit and stare blankly for hours now
With thoughts of you, of you
I don't have to feel this anymore
But I don't know what I've been looking for
Maybe I should just lay right here alone
I'll just stay here alone
Half awake and barely breathing
Force myself to sleep again
I wake to find that I'm still thinking of
Thoughts of you, of you