The Lonely Life in City And Colour

What if I did not love you?
Where will that leave me
But I wander through the avenues
Under a part of misery

Would I be face down in the gutter
With cheap whiskey on my breath
The lonely life of a writer
And whose words could not pay it's depths

Sayin', please, don’t, please don’t pass me by
I am alive, oh can’t you see?
That I’ve been blinded completely
Please don’t, please don’t pass me by
I am alive, oh can’t you see?
That I am pleading for your mercy

What if we became strangers?
Would you notice my face in a crowd?
And could you hear the sorrow in my voice?
Helplessly crying your name out loud

Would I be searching for the savior?
Burning, burning with regret
The lonely life of a writer
With one last desperate quest

Sayin please don’t, please don’t pass me by
I am alive, oh can’t you see?
That I’ve been blinded completely
Please don’t, please don’t pass me by
I am alive, oh can’t you see?
That I am pleading for your mercy

I’ve been on the lamb
Being hunted, so confused
Missing time and time don’t waits for no man
But I was just hoping
These storm filled skies have cleared

Please don’t, please don’t pass me by
Please don’t, please don’t pass me by
Please don’t, please don’t pass me by
I am alive, oh can’t you see?
That I am pleading for your mercy