I was waiting for another decision

I want to let you see

When the pages of my book have been torn out

What am I supposed to be?

You really see through my every move

Lost in my only groove

When I see you across the room

I don't know what to do

Now I'm drifting through the hundreds of faces

Caught in an endless sea

And I'm looking to myself for an answer

What am I supposed to be?