This happened before,
me wiping your tears,
that falls nonstop from your eyes.
As I tell you it’s gonna be alright.
It’s like a record on repeat
that’s murdering me right now,
since I can’t do anything,
but tell you it’s gonna be alright.
How long will you go around
chasing an absurd dream?
How long until you realize that it’s futile,
cause he’ll never see you like you see him.
Until when should I hold it in,
what I truly think and feel?
When would I get that courage,
to cross that unseen line?
I guess only time could tell,
when that moment would come.
That moment of complete honesty,
that time when I’ll ask you to really look at me.