The problem is what I feel.
Pre:
It's true, it's how I feel.
The problem is what is real.
The sound of your voice, soaked into my memories.
Even if your not with me, I'm with you.
Chorus 1:
You, that I see, so now on I close my eyes. (with you)
You, that I see, now I'm dead inside.
Verse 2:
The pleasure, not to be.
The problem is what's real.
The pressure of what I see.
Is not what I feel.
Pre
Chorus 2:
You, that I see, so now on I close my eyes. (with you)
You, that I see, now I'm dead inside. (with you)
You, that I see, so now on I close my eyes. (with you)
You, that I see, now I'm dead inside.
Verse 3:
No matter how dead we are.
I can't to see tomorrow.
No matter how dead you are.
I can't to see tomorrow. (with you)
Chorus 2
Chorus 2
