I'll come to you, and you'll hate me. you would like to have it rough, but i can't understand all the tough years that are gone, weren't they enough? wasn't it enough to know who you are. was that time good to be cut by the shadows of some wrinkled paper like souls, who only wants to cut and take, well how can they accept others in.
do you walk, you know by now the road that leads you onward. on that road i stand still, I'm waiting.
"keep on going, without returning the silent sting of the destiny.", those words you said keep me waiting standing still in the middle of the road, because i will find love even in the unknown with my eyes shut.