I try and try to convince myself that you are happy. I dream that I keep pushing you away. Then there is one last moment where something between us, bittersweet and wonderful, just breaks through and I am able to let go. But the reality is, that moment hasn’t really ever come.

I see your face in the halls, your name on the walls.
You never say hello, I’m the one in your shadow.
I cling to the idea of us, me and you.

The words I hold inside hang heavy on my heart. I wish the best for you in your life. Then there is one last daydream where it’s me in your arms, enveloped and intimate, before I see the truth and let it go. Because the reality is, that moment will never come.

I see your face in the halls, your name on the walls.
You never say hello, I’m the one in your shadow.
I cling to the idea of us, me and you.

It’s so hard to say goodbye, to a fantasy
That tears you up inside, the insanity
I cling to the idea of us,
me and you.