. Maybe it’d be better on my own. No one ever seems to understand me. It’s easier for me to be alone. But there’s still a piece of me that feels so empty. I’ve been all over the world. I’ve seen a million different places. But through the crowds and all the faces. I’m still out there looking for you. Where are you now?. I’m trying to get by with never knowing at all. What is the chance of finding you out there?. Or do I have to wait forever?. I write about the things I’ll never know. And I can’t find a moment just to slow down. It makes me think I’ll never have the chance. To figure out what it’s all about. So tell me what it’s all about. Where are you now?. I’m trying to get by with never knowing at all. What is the chance of finding you out there?. Or do I have to wait forever?. Where are you now?. I’m trying to get by with never ever knowing at all. And I still don’t know. Where are you now?. I’m trying to get by with never ever knowing at all. What is the chance of finding you out there?. Or do I have to wait. Or do I have to wait. Or do I have to wait forever?.