I could watch these people all night, sometimes I do. My dreams, their reality, for me they never come true.
It's cold in this city, it's about time I left, time brings no conclusions, I just count away every breath.
Do I really have so little? Do i really need that much? Is everything I need something I can't touch?
The tangible never seems enough but I can't seem to find this thing they call love,
and who are they to tell me what I need? To try and dictate what I believe?
I think I'd rather believe there's no right path except the one I'm on.
I'll just keep moving, goodbye my friends I'm gone.