The hardest thing I've done is keeping believing,
there's someone in the crazy world for me.
The way that people come and go thru temporary life,
my chance could come and I might never know.
I used to say "No primises, let's keep it simple",
but freedom only help you say goodbye.
It took a while for me to learn, there's nothing comes for free,
the price I paid is high enough for me.
I know I need to be in love, I know I waste too much time.
I know I ask a perfection of a quiet imperfect world,
and fool enough to think that's what I find.
So here I am, with pockets full of good intentions,
but none of them could comfort me tonight.
I'm wide awake at four A.M. without a friend insight,
hanging on a hope but I'm alright.