| A crippling anxiety
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| A chasm between you and me
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| That I wish wasn’t there
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| There are things that I would like to say to you
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| I’m so afraid you’d disapprove
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| If you would even care
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| You’re on the other side of the wall from me
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| But I can hear you crying
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| I’m on the other side of the wall from you
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| And a piece of me is dying
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| Sometimes it all seems well within my reach
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| If only I could dare to breach
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| The barriers that stand
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| But then I start to doubt instead
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| Perhaps it’s all just in my head
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| And my will dissolves like sand
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| You’re on the other side of the wall from me
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| But I can hear you crying
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| I’m on the other side of the wall from you
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| And a piece of me is dying
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| To wish for things impossible
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| Against the insurmountable
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| May seem a dream for fools
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| But drowning in uncertainty
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| For countless more eternities
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| Is equally as cruel
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| You’re on the other side of the wall from me
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| But I can hear you crying
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| I’m on the other side of the wall from you
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| And a piece of me is dying |