Right before my face the colors of the world fades away.
We are walking around like ghosts and I am overwhelmed by
the feeling of hopelessness.
A desperation settles in.
And all I want is for you to be proud of me.
Your hand is slipping out of mine.
'Cause all I want is for you to be proud of me.
A comfort I use to take for granted
I dry my eyes with the knowledge that I did what I could bare.
