Leaving everyone behind.
Does anybody care?
I may never see their face again.
Thinking about them, I often forget about you,
and the reason why I am really here.
But It's your hand that leads me.
It's pulling me in.
I'll never forget this, no, because I'm nothing.
What have I done? And who have I become?
I'm nothing compared to you. Nothing.
Standing now I realize, I'm shorter than before.
Can I help it, or am I the one to blame?
The sky has fallen upon me,
and now I can't see that I'm simply human,
and you remain unchanged.