I find it hard to breathe
As life just eats away
At the faces that surround me
They look tired today.
The lady at my table
Doesn't want me here.
I just want to talk to her.
But would she laugh at my accent
And make fun of me?
It doesn't seem like this
Blue sky's here for me.
There are no girls in here
As far as I can see.
Only Pin-up posters
Looking down at me,
Watching papercups of coffee
Growing cold before my eyes.
All the things I see
Make me realize
I'm in this big world without you
Nothing to my name.
I never knew that
Blue sky meant such pain.
I'm dying to be different
In the coffee shop.
I've lived on borrowed strength
Now my supplies are cut.
Though I'm older than my looks
And older than my years
I'm too young to take on
My deepest fears.
Oh, I used to be confused
But now I just don't know.
Since you left I've been watching
Blue skies come and go.
Pal Waaktaar