Don't know what to do

..., what to think
..., what to say.
Should I drink?
Should I pray?
But every second I live for you.

I wish I could pretend
that you're out of my mind,
but in the end
I realize, that I was blind.

Now you're standing at the door,
and I'm as hurted as before.
You're presence is cold and aching
And I can't look into your eyes.