I need you tell me
I'm fine as I am,
so I can learn to just be.
I need him to realise
this wasn't my plan
and I don't know how to be me.
Every day I get weaker,
you think I get stronger
but I cannot hide any more.
These old charades
won't hold up any longer,
soon they're gonna hit the floor.
They'll come crashing down around me
but I'm so used to them,
without them I'll feel naked,
again.
Shedding pretences,
keeping what's true,
I understand very well.
But if I'm unsure
if the answer's with you,
what am I going to do then?
Every night I get weaker,
you think I get stronger
I'm hiding here till the last.
This indecisio
Somewhere whilst you were roaming,
did you feel a twinge of guilt?
Did the slow-moving realisation
hit the classy cities that you'd built?
Did your head spin as you sat
beneath another apple tree?
Did you, after all your hunting
spare a thought for me?
Somewhere you were done sleeping,
did you say it aloud?
And did you, after all this time,
wonder...why now?