Sitting there, hand on face,
Clearly give up the chase.
Try to reason, try to change,
Sitting here just feels too strange.
I try to move and hold your hand,
Tell you things will be so grand.
You twist your head and turn around,
Tell me that you feel too drowned.
Talking's over, I walk away,
Wish you would call to stay.
Out the door, down the lane
Never to return again.