| Though I may not be good Though I may still be young I will give my last word For the song I sung If it's the last time we speak I don't want to see I will not be weak For this is only me I want to howl at moon For I will be free soon I just want to know When the wind finally blows Everyday, I get so close Every night, It gets so hard And my real self will show where my heart was scarred. oohhhhwwooo! |