The Second one

I thought that writing a song about you
would make me feel better.
But no, this is the second one
and now i’m not that clever

I can’t sleep with the thought of you in my head
When will this be over?
I swear I won’t do a thing until you come to me
Just stay here or set me free

The feeling of us incomplete
Are you dead? Am I blind? We don’t see
Touching you is just like a daydream
See you on a dark night? Maybe

This is the second one.