So hard to see you

When you're in the room

All that you hate

Is but a picture of you

As vague as a screen

Under the red and blue

All that you hate

Is but a picture of you

No need to pine

Or hide anymore

Too late to answer

The knock on the door

No more long days waiting

Looking with hope to the sky

No need for reasons

No need for reasons

Why...

What you've been used to

What you've been through

Never known mercy

Have none to show

What you've been used to

What you become...

A little short of

What you used to want

No more long days waiting

Looking with hope to the sky

No need for reasons

No need for reasons

Why...