And the days are passing me by,

Like lost clouds floating in the distant sky.

And the nights are watching me cry,

Like a suspect without an alibi.


Some might argue I'm not asking for help,

Some might accuse that I don't have what it takes.

I could try to reach out and touch myself,

But I'm afraid my fragile being will break.


While the sun shone, I made hay,

But the grief still found a way,

To sneak inside this heart of mine,

And break everything I had put on the line,

And now I wonder if I'll ever be fine.


And the days are passing me by,

Like lost clouds floating in the distant sky.

And the nights are watching me cry,

Like a suspect without an alibi.