I was alone in my own little world today
Sitting on the Sofa just thinking to myself
I really have no clue
Why am I sat hear screaming inside,
For just one more minute with you
Sitting here and dreaming of holding your hand
with my head on your lap
I'll never know if it is truly possible
for me to stop thinking about you
Because I'll never be able to try.
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.