• Oh why do I feel this way?
    In numbness I wish to stay.
    So I can be hurt no more.
    But your face came knockin at my door.
    I am thinking of you now when I dream.
    And even though it doesn't fit the seam.
    I sit here and mope about.
    Ready to scream and shout.
    You woke me from the coma I was in.
    I don't even know where to begin.
    I left everything behind this time.
    Now it seems the situation is prime.
    But I know not what to do.
    Do you feel it, too?
    We share many common things.
    The same songs we like to sing.
    I think that this will end fairly bad.
    And at the end of it I will be mad.
    At myself for letting you in.
    But right now you're under my skin.