nothings old.I face things on my own now.I'm looking for you.Again.hoping to find you and at the same time am scared.there's a sort of a burden.and it's coming back.I've lost what I've lost and I don't mean to get it back.I haven't any idea why or how it matters.and its not just something that I want.there's a difference...which am yet to figure out.
all I know is that my friends stand by me.through whatever.I love them for that.
so stand by me while I search once more for what I cannot find.
this is a lonely street.but this is what I claim to be mine.
and this dark lane will lead me to light
stand by me and hold me tight
for I'm afraid it'll make me blind.