Walking down a one way street, nothing left behind, to keep me waiting, and keep me sane.
But who will come here and rescue me?
Somewhere far and somewhere cold, lost inside my mind, I’m suffocating, and all alone.
But who will come here, and who will understand just who I am, just who I am.
Walking down a one way street, nothing left behind, to keep me waiting, and keep me sane.
But who will come here, and who will understand just who I am, just who I am.
And who will come here, and rescue me?