i wander this place with envouis eyes, seeking the things i may never have, i see your hands together, i hear your laughter, and i envy what you have, something that i lost once, and may never find again. it seems that every time theres a light at the end of this tunnel, it turns out to be a train barreling down the tracks, and i wouldnt care about anything else, if i could just have someone in my grasp...