I wait at the station amidst the rush hour tide
The sea of people float around me deep and wide
I never saw you leaving
I searched every concourse
Memories are deceiving, especially yours
You found completion in a feeling never felt
You looped the belt around your neck and hung yourself
Your soul was searching before your final choice
You found completion, but you never found your voice
D'aimer et d'être aimé
Love and be loved