Where can you be, if you're not with me?
Are you well? Are you currently being wildly kissed?
Is he like me? Probably not...
Are you breaking his heart too?
It's been 211 days, and I still miss you so very much
Almost midnight, I still haven't fallen asleep
I'm thinking of you, but I'm not alone
We've been together for a long time - loneliness and I
And the saddest thing about that is: not only that you're not with me, no: I know that you're forgetting me now, while I'm missing you
I'm at rock bottom* - and you ask: why's that?
Are you made of stone, or is it just my imagination?
You live your life as though I'd never existed
You captured me and will regret it soon**, for
I never really meant anything to you
And the saddest thing about that is: not only that you're not with me, no: I know that you're forgetting me already, while I'm missing you
And the fact I can never tell you any of this,
That's the saddest thing about it
And the fact I can never tell you any of this,
That's the saddest thing about it
That's the saddest thing about it
That's the saddest thing