Well, I'm back and I am at the beginning of my end.
Where do I stop?
Where do I begin?
I don't know where or how I ended up
alone once again, all I want is someone
to love and love me, mostly a friend.
As I look for brighter days, which
seem so far away. I know deep down
inside there is reasons to stay.
I'm really happy about my life,
it is so hard living in all this strife.
So much pain,
there is not enough rain to
wash all this hurt away.
Torn between what is black and what is white.
Why does this hand that touches
my heart come at night?
Here I'm not at home, this
place is dark and cold.
There is everyone,
but no-one around.
This is my home which I walk alone
with many souless eyes by my side.
Where do I begin?
I don't know where or how I ended up
alone once again, all I want is someone
to love and love me, mostly a friend.
As I look for brighter days, which
seem so far away. I know deep down
inside there is reasons to stay.
I'm really happy about my life,
it is so hard living in all this strife.
So much pain,
there is not enough rain to
wash all this hurt away.
Torn between what is black and what is white.
Why does this hand that touches
my heart come at night?
Here I'm not at home, this
place is dark and cold.
There is everyone,
but no-one around.
This is my home which I walk alone
with many souless eyes by my side.
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