I feel so weak.
Weak, that I could not hold my stand.
Weak, that I could never stop the tears from falling.
Weak, that I could never let go of your hand.
"Maybe the purpose of life, Isn't a definite aim, But, to stumble upon a place, That numbs... More
I feel so weak.
Weak, that I could not hold my stand.
Weak, that I could never stop the tears from falling.
Weak, that I could never let go of your hand.