I've been giving my best
Thinking that day
Is on rest
She will come back
Wearing a throne
On her head
Not so sure anymore
There's no hope
No more
I need voices
To pull me
I need hands
To push me
Or so I think
Do I really need?
Would I want my head to sold out to them
I have kinda heart toward it
You'd think It's moth to flame
Yearning to be burned, It's tame
Tough I think
Do I really need?
So, I go falling into
Her
Arms
So, I go falling into
Her
Arms
So, I go falling into
Her
Arms