i cannot bare,
i need a home.
i need you here,
i’m all alone.
my bed is cold...
and plus
these lonely nights
are getting old.

I’m catching myself on fire
I’m hurling myself into the unknown
What for?
Who will I be?
If one is to be a martyr,
Shouldn’t they have a reason?
I was to succeed
And to succeed I must become
The best that I can possibly be
I fear the unknown
It leaves me shaking each day
A quake that no affection can cure
Where I’ll go
But I will have to make the trip
Run into the arms of my fait
And trust that she will be kind to me
And will only want the best for me