my computer means nothing to me
but since nothing seems to be on paper anymore
I have to write about you on a screen
but I've still got papers and papers piled up
that I know I will never want to read
but I don’t need a written document
to remember how much I miss you
I have a feeling I’m fooling myself

hours have passed but the clock hasn’t moved
maybe the time has finally stopped
and those wretched hands have been removed
for every second that floats by
my mind continues to long
for something that will never be mine
because even though I am still okay
I really wish I did not miss you
I have a feeling I am fooling myself

every single screen in front of me
is crushing my vulnerable bones
and I really wish I could break free
my hands never seem to stop shaking
every hour I spend
is another limb that never stops aching
because even though I am still okay
my mind cannot seem to leave you
I have a feeling i am fooling myself