Why must I fight your love? Why must I act like a foolish child not knowing what is good for me?
Come to me my dreams, come to me my Lord and hold my hand. I am nothing, I am everything to you. My mind doesn't understand my heart and my heart doesn't understand my mind.
Should I hold it all inside? What can I do, where can I go, my life is not my mine.
I am to sick to think, I am to sick to care, but my heart still cries out from the inside.