I lie next to someone
who I loved so much,
who i longed for the second
we moved out of touch,
but now I am not sure
if it's even love...

How or why am I here?

I look in her eyes
and she looks in mine,
but there aren't those feelings
of magic this time,
only those questions
and troubled demise.

How or why am I here?

She believes I am dreaming
of free love and fun,
but I'm dreaming of romance
and days in the sun,
of long conversations
and that feeling we're one.

How or why am I here?