Cold and alone, when will i find my home?
I guess maybe i've got more love than i've ever really shown.
But that's not the case anymore.
All i see are closed doors.
When fate creeps in i'll most likely see the end.
No one is here, how can i possibly mend?
And maybe mending isn't the problem.
God knows i'm broken beyond repair, and i've already lost them.
So i guess i'll have to pick myself up.
But the way things are going i might have already had enough.
So as i write these words, longing to be heard, i'll continue to roam the earth.
Searching for a soul like mine, who will allow the beauty of this world to shine.
But i fear i'm running out of time, how could i possibly find someone to stay by my side?
So as i continue to mostly hide from the world, i'll try to work up the courage to let something beautiful unfurl.