The Taste Of Apathy.

I could reach up to the stars;
And get numbers rather than a wish.
I could reach down to the bottom;
And get you rather than a fish.
I could scream for years;
And not make a sound.
I could never see you again;
And still feel you around.
Go away.

I could start a fire;
And be drenched in rain.
I could hold your hand for a day;
And have forgotten it months before.
I could stare in a pair of eyes;
And wonder why I see you walking out the door.
I could throw my heart away;
And have it come back for more.

We built our dreams on dreams;
On the sand of a forgotten beach.
Taken with the wind;
I watched you dissapear.
You walked away;
When all you had to do was stay.
I miss you; my dear.

I could trip and fall;
And never hit the ground.
I could break all my chains;
And still be tightly bound.
I could tell you what's on my mind;
And never make a change;
I could say everything's different;
And have it seem the exact same.
I could tell you I'm no one;
And still give you a name.

We built our dreams on dreams;
On the sand of a forgotten beach.
Taken with the wind;
I watched you dissapear.
You walked away;
When all you had to do was stay.
I miss you; my dear.
We built our dreams on dreams;
The way it was supposed to be.
Taken with the wind;
I watched you dissapear.
Taken with the wind;
I wish you were here.