Waiting For A Little Sign seems Like To No Avail strolling Down The Pavement Aimlessly waiting For Someone to Snatch Her Bag Of Memories how Come You Call It Destiny when The Cross You Bear Is Your Only Company
never Seen You, I Don't Even Know Your Name but Still I Believe
that You Are Gonna Save Me somehow I Got A Notion just A Little Affection On This Cold And Windy Road save Me From A State Of Unemotion just A Little Affection On This Windy Road..
why Is It All So Confusing why Does Growing Up Hurt So Bad we Seek And We Get Lost we Get Found And Go Again and I Don't Know What's Gonna Be... i Won't Make Any Promise I Believe
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i Don't Know If I Can i Don't Know If I Should i Don't Know What Is Right And What's To Come If You Would here I Stand In The Rain here I Stand In The Cold i'm Reluctant To Get Another Shot In My Soul... No i'm Afraid Of That Hole...