You can sit around and linger,
And watch the world drift by,
Drown yourself in tears,
Until your eyes run dry.

You can wish and hope and pray,
That someone will come along,
And sit outside your window,
Singing your favourite song.

You can slam your fists at walls,
Until your knuckles; raw and red,
Rage and desperation,
In a shallow thought attempt.

You can stand on top a bridge,
Lingering on plunging in,
You will regret the realization,
Your body has no fins.

Or you can salvage every hope,
Turn it into something more,
The door is shut, climb out the window,
You'll never know what lies in store.

You can patch up every hole you made,
and wipe those silly tears,
Realize that no matter what,
Someone will still be here.

And when you feel there's no one left,
And your soul is all alone,
You know that there are no numbers left,
On your imaginary phone...

Nobody can help you;
Not she, not him, nor I,
Know that you are always there,
And that my friend, is no lie.