Blossom

I hear whispers coming from the walls of my room They miss your presence as much as I do You breathe apart from me, as I learn to breathe too I watch you blossom, silently from the distance I watch you blossom, as the water reflects someone I don't know I watch her blossom, as she bathes in wine Or maybe, everything has turned red I'm tired of trying to find sense in the words I say My thoughts haunt me night and day So I watch you Life has a script and I'm just playing along Why is this right if it feels so wrong?