I feel strange,I feel weird,I feel lostLike i'm stuck on fifth gearI feel depressed,I feel cross,I feel deadLike i'm not hereI feel spent,I feel the need to vent,I feel lentLike a cent so dear

Passing by,Makes one want to cry,Does no one ever try,To make reach for the skyPassing by,Does not anyone wonder why,Life is here just to die,When there is only to tryPassing by,Makes me watch and think why,People live like rolling a die,Only to simply be passing by ...

She was so small,So tiny, she could break,I held her in my hands,Held her tight to never let goAs time passed me by,Things changed, we changed, I changed,But that promise to hold on,That promise never changedSix years have passed,Passed like the wind,And i still hold on,Hold on tight never to let her go ...

Drifting, drifting down a road,Drifting towards nothing,Drifting we are,We are just driftingWhy is it so hard,Why is it so sad,Why does my heart break,Everytime i realise,That we are just driftingWhere are we now,Will we make it somehow,Explain to me how,We ended up just drifting ...