On the other side,
You weren’t connected;
You weren’t aware,
In the way I thought.
My heart wasn’t taken,
You showed me some rapture;
I was interrupted,
Your silence was gold.
On the other road,
I had a connection;
A being a bit under,
Seems hungry for hope.
But I can’t go on,
If I’m not desired;
My body is too tired,
I’d rather be alone.
