What a Time...

It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word, you can light up the dark
Try as I may I could never explain
What I hear when you don't say a thing

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever I fall
You say it best
When you say nothing at all

All day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me near you drown out the crowd
Try as they may they could never define
What's been said between your heart and mine

The smile on your face
The truth in your eyes
The touch of your hand
Lets me know
That you need me

Hurts quite much.
Especially since it's the favourite song of someone who belongs to the past.

Sigh.

Post-exam depression, as usual.

I don't know why I'm here, in this place, at this time, with such a state of mind.
I just want to leave, and find.

Find.
To simply sit there, and not do a thing. To be there. I want to be there, damn it.

Let me be.
(Two meanings to this sentence, I guess.)