What I want and what I really don't want

By your side but not really there

I can’t be by your side

It’s not my place to stand

I can still grab your hand

But not really hold it

You’ll see how funny will it sound

Running to somewhere we’re not allowed

Burning oil without the fire

No matches in reach

Candles waiting to be lit

There are no shadows

Darkness surrounds us completely

Only us in the room

Scared is not how we’re feeling

Clawmarks on the ceiling

They don’t matter

We can’t be reached

We are safe and we are sound

We don’t need anyone around

You read my lips and I read your mind

 That’s how we leave each other behind