Games, changes and fears;
when will they go from here?
When will they stop?
I believe that fate has brought us here and we should be together but we are not. I play it off but I'm dreamin of you, I'll keep it cool but I'm fiendin. I try to say goodbye and I choke, I try to walk away and I stumble. Though I try to hide it, it's clear;
my world crumbles when you are not near …
[I may appear to be free but I'm just a prisoner of your love, I may seem alright and smile when you leave, but my smiles are just a front.
I play it off but I'm dreamin of you]