Who is this person I long for?
That I hope will take my hand.
Who is this person I live for?
And have yet to understand.
Why do you trouble me so?
Does your impression of me mean that much?
Why am I constantly wishing for your hand?
And your warm touch.
Why long for your words so soothing?
That keeps me calm when afraid.
Why pray that you’ll come back to me?
When I know you’re far away.
When will my hopes grow useless?
So I can live in my pain.
When will that day come?
For I will never be the same.