The sun caresses me with it's warm embrace
but it doesn't wipe the sadness off my face.
The light doesn't lift my heart for it's untouchable,
thoughts enshrouded in a dark so deep and impenetrable.

In the windows of my mind my imagination runs free
conjuring visions of life becoming how it used to be.
Hoping for and longing for the way you used to care,
how you used to hold me in your arms and now all you do is
stare.

The green grass dances to improvised choreography,
the gentle breeze traces spirals in the air around me,
the seagulls hover and glide with amazing grace
but still my surroundings don't change the look on my face.

I wonder, oh how I wonder, if this look will go away
because your attention seems to have now strayed.
And I wonder how you can selfishly flaunt your happiness
when I sit here in the sun glaring at your bliss.

My darling, yes my darling, if you could read my mind,
I think you might be alarmed at the voices that you find.
Look at the playlist on my screen of memories,
precious but edged with pain; those days of you and me.

I don't know what it is that you feel.
I wish there was a way to make these fantasies real.
The hints I get aren't enough.
The pain that I feel is just too much.

So until I find a way to push myself past you
or until the day that miraculously my dreams come true,
the expression on my face that I always wear
will always be the one of hidden silent tears.

Yes until my dreams come true
the look on my face
will always betray
these blues.