I need a permanent figure to call my friend,
I need a powerful force to save this from me,
I need a miracle for which will not appear,
When will I live?
Will I live by my last tear?
I will carry on without knowing how,
I will stand tall when all I want to do is hide,
I will open up to the world when I only want to cry,
When will I live?
Will I just crawl and die?
My words do not save me from this,
My words cannot create what cannot be touched,
My words are only an indication of what is here,
When will I live?
Will it come, is the ending near?
