would you help me rise up
touch my face and watch me try to breathe again

this your face now in the glass
breathing whisper what is this
bent so close we nearly kiss
although we never will

you gave me truth I chose illusion
now we are used to this confusion
but I know
yes I know this story has to end

never groped for a connection
never hoped for more affection
for I know
I know I am your friend