She can't be around to wipe away your tears.
The distance keeps her trapped from comforting your fears.
You'll never hold her hand, and you'll never kiss her lips,
and she'll never be around to repair it when it rips.

She can't be around to look you in the eyes.
The distance keeps her trapped from relieving broken cries.
You'll never touch her skin, and you'll never take her out
and she'll never be around to obliterate your doubt.

She can't be around to alleviate your pain.
The distance keeps her trapped from embracing in the rain.
You'll never watch her cook, and you'll never see her dance,
and she'll never be around to appreciate romance.