Fumbling in the dark

Two people side by side

And still miles apart

The silence between us grows

Each time I can't speak

Each time you can't speak

Each time we can't listen

Where it's all going

I'll never know

As a matter of fact

I'm not happy

With things the way they are

As a matter of fact

I'm not happy

Just being a toy

I want to be loved

I want to be held

I want to be the one you take home to mom

Someone who's not

ashamed to hold my hand

someone who doesn't ask me

To understand

Why he can't look me in the face

when i'm holding him tight

OK, so some of that is me

Always a wimp

I've never been good at open and honest

But you've always known that

And somehow, I still love you