The River

The view from my window, reminds me of you I can't shake your thought with you always within view The trees we swung from, getting to know us better Are visible from here, even in inclement weather Poor old me, how should I be free? Is this the same suffering? You felt being next to me? All I have to say is sorry, sorry and I'm never calling There'll be no more bothering, I'll be strong enough you'll see Right now for you, but soon for me Time keeps on, but my mind holds me still I want to break free from the stagnation of will You're so far yet so deep, deep within my all I wonder if you still feel me, feel me at all Poor old me, how should I be free? Is this the same suffering? You felt being next to me? All I have to say is sorry, sorry and I'm never calling There'll be no more bothering, I'll be strong enough you'll see Right now for you, but soon for me