I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us How we met and the sparks flew instantly People would say, "they're the lucky ones" I used to know my place was a spot next to you Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat 'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on Oh, a simple complication Miscommunications lead to fall out So many things that I wish you knew So many walls up I can't break through Now I'm standing alone In a crowded room And we're not speaking and I'm dying.
Summary
Heididks