I can barely move or feel.
Slowly, it gets darker.
I can hear the night wake outside.
He's inside with the light on.
I am a million miles away -
or want to be.
If I were alone in the world,
I could dance and cry and scream and shout.
But until then,
it stays with me.
No matter where I go,
I am alone.
It stays with me.
