Endless disappointment. Expectations I'll never meet. A crushing view of doubt is keeping me from you. I take the last train home after every mindless fight, confessing my secrets. Dear friends, there's only one though in my mind: how long will it be until I see you again? Did I say to much or was it not enough? A calendar of guilt, another day crossed off inside my head. I've done it again. Another day spent locked inside. How many times will I fall beneath your voice? The look of your face said everything. Endless disappointment. Expectations I'll never meet. A crushing view of doubt is keeping me from you. How long will it be until I see you again? Did I say to much or was it not enough? A calendar of guilt, another day crossed off inside my head.