by a thread
walkway
And I will find the true intent and I will find myself So take good care of me, for less and for all I will fall for all your words I will find the way To find myself again but when will you follow me Hearts ache under the stress of you But I don't even know the true intent Who ever we're all in a fine mess How ever you finally break To find myself again but when will you follow Decisions an eye full And I confess