I was living long before you were.nI live to help you, and still your own way you prefer.nYou shrug your shoulders, I retreat to mine.nOpen the paper, and as you read me line by line.nnOverreact to nothing, because nothing sinks in.nA dam of cheap distractions to hold your grief in.nThough pools of guilt will stagnate,nthey will never reach the brim.nOverreact to nothing, because nothing's sinking in.nnIf you can hear me, nod or give a sign.nI had the last word, can I redo it one more time?nI'll keep my distance, I'll keep my sanity.nI'll keep my distance, because you'll never see me...nnOverreact to nothing, because nothing sinks in.nA dam of cheap distractions to hold your grief in.nAnd pools of guilt will stagnate,nbut will never reach the brim.nOverreact to nothing, because nothing's sinking in.