The Beginnings of March

As I stand on the sidewalk,
Wanting to go to the streets..
Can i count on the beginnings of march
To be there for me?
Would the ends of february
Make any difference?
As we stand around..
We become oblivious.
To protect our feelings,
We avoid the subject.
We pretend to who knows
And lie to who doesnt.
Do smiles work anymore?
When i can read eyes.
Not naive like before,
I see through the lies.
As january arrives,
Secretly, i count down the days
Not knowing where to start,
I take what you used to say.
I hope im proven wrong
When i fear that it's right
Each day, conditions get worse
It's hard to get through the night.
So as i stand on the sidewalk
Wanting to go to the streets..
I see you suffering there
Wanting to be with me.