Feeling a little weak willed.
What will become of me? What's going to happen? What am I waiting for? When will I be free?
Don't they realize that I am always here, waiting? When will they see that they're not alone and that there's someone who cares so much about them?
When will I finally emerge from the darkness that brings me down? Who will save me from my sorrows and tell me to be brave?
Don't they realize that I am always here, waiting? When will they see that they're not alone and that there's someone who cares so much about them?
When will I finally emerge from the darkness that brings me down? Who will save me from my sorrows and tell me to be brave?