From your heart to my heart; it's both inches and miles apart
I can see you sitting across from me, a face that I once knew
And I see the true you from a distance. It's a more hazy view of you
The once beautiful image of you that I held is now smeared and somewhat tarnished
And I'm struggling to sort through this garbage.. But it's hard because I feel as though I'm sorting alone....
It's like I see YOU. You're the bright light at the end of the tunnel.
But this tunnel's so long.. And in it I can hear your faint echoes.. But it may just be best to move on...
Because that light is only a twinkling and that echo is only a whisper
And my ears and eyes are shutting in fear of hurt because you're neither bright nor loud enough....
And I doubt that you'll get louder just for me......
So must I stray and leave all thoughts of this where they stand? Or should I reached even further to grab ahold to your hand? Even though.. I'm not even sure if you're holding it out...
I could squint a little further and look all about,
but honestly I'm not sure if it's worth all the pout.....
Because the haziness that is there is all caused by my doubt...
And that haziness is pulling me further back from the tunnel
where your light still isn't bright enough for me to even see...
So I'll slowly recede until I no longer see that light
Or hear that echo.... Whispering faintly..... Come... Com-.. Co-.... C-....
So close yet so far.. That's exactly what you were.
