i know i will always be the man on the outside looking in      and i know i will always be stuck behind open doorways      and i know i will be that boy looking through your window      and i know i will never get the chance to be on the other side of the glass      i wish i could be be a tear that falls from your cheek      born in your eye      live on your face      die your lips      i walk these streets alone at night      praying or pretending      that you're in my life      in my dreams your lips touch mine but that's not reality      and i know i will never taste your breath as it tastes mine.