Mindless dreaming, that's what
The chain is on your door
And I don't understand that
Pacing back and forth in front of your closed door
Will gain me nothing
Wishful thinking
Mindless dreaming
Irrational heart
The chain is on your door
You don't care to look through to get a glimpse of me
Knocking only earns me silence louder than words could say
Running back in time will mean a worse case of oblivion
I would never want to go back to a time when there's no you
The beat of a heart with no rhythm
Wading through life with no destination
I stand immobile, hoping you will turn back
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