Who am I, love?
What am I supposed to be?
One life alone;
Somehow it’s made for me.
One bleeding scar;
Still feels how it used to feel,
It’s all so wrong,
No easy way to believe.
What do I do?
What can I say?
It’s nothing new,
The choice was made.
But what if I lose my way?
And run right into you...
Deep inside we’ll never be anything other than lonely;
Tell me what does it take?
To breathe it into you...
Weak inside we’ll never be anything other than lonely.
I wanna ride,
I wanna hide,
What I’ve become;
-- Now you’re no longer mine,
I wanna feel...
Something that’s real...
Somewhere inside.
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