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I'm concentrating very intently, and my gaze is fixed but the images are blurryAnd I cover each eye alternatively to see them shuffle through the frameI'm lying in bed and getting freaked out, you know I really shouldn't even be awake nowI've spent enough of my life down here to understand how the shadows fallI start to wonder exactly how many different people I've seen throughout my whole lifeCan't even fathom a guessthey'll just continue walking or driving along their separate ways before I can even forgetI wonder out of all those millionsHow many have I met?How many have I spoken with?How many have I simply brushed in passing?How many have I slept in the same building as?How many of them are left-handed just like me?How many have shared my exact date of birth?How many have I genuinely care about?How many have I taken the time to get to know real well?How many have I loved?How many will I ever love?So use simple expressions to explain what you canCause you'll never be able to see past your handAnd if I go blind from this conditionMay it only happen after we connect From Letras Mania