I hear whispers coming from the walls of my room
They miss your presence as much as I do
You breathe apart from me, as I learn to breathe too
I watch you blossom, silently from the distance
I watch you blossom, as the water reflects someone I don't know
I watch her blossom, as she bathes in wine
Or maybe, everything has turned red
I'm tired of trying to find sense in the words I say
My thoughts haunt me night and day
So I watch you
Life has a script and I'm just playing along
Why is this right if it feels so wrong?