Your touch was what made me feel
Your touch was what made me feel alive.
The absence of your skin on my skin is what makes me believe in
The absence of your skin on my skin is what makes me believe in dead-ends.
That's where I didn't want to end up,
That was my main concern when you approached me.
But you had something in you.
So mysterious, yet it felt like I always knew you.
So I gave in, believed in you.
You drove me to heaven and,sadly, back.
You left me in the middle of the road, with no road for me to go on.
I think you picked someone else up, but it doesn't really matter.
You two (or alone) set off.
I think I'll sit here for a while,
I think I'll sit here for a while, secretly hoping you will come back.
When my feet start feeling sore, I'll walk back home,
That is, If I don't forget the way by then.