Countless in number,
but none fit me to my comfort...
I'm out of the crowd, away from the rest,
their hearts are meaningless, pointless to adress...
For their ways and their likings are so different, I find,
I can't find that one love, that will ever ease my mind...
I'm lost in this darkness, on the curb of a forgotten road,
I'm waiting here for her, a heart I wish to call my own.
