I'm just a weak
picking peaces of glass
sorry for see me like this
a butterfly waiting for the end
but now.
I have nobody holding me
and your light is all I see
I hear the voice inside my head, saying saying
That I am waiting
you to save me this time, this time
your sign is touching me
and I follow your voice this time
I am waiting, save me this time
How can a lonely be afraid of lonelyness
it's a crazy thing, cause inside out I am a mess
but now
I will not lose my way this time
and everything will be alright
I am not afraid if this will not run out, run out
And I am waiting
you to save me this time, this time
your sign is touching me
and I follow your voice this time
I am waiting, save me this time
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