That's quite enough. I hold up my hand. I understand the pain you must be in.
Life is so tough. There's no room for plans. You're like a stranded fish on dried up land.
I don't want to hold your hand. I won't reprimand.
You're not alone. I don't understand, why everything is like it's at word's end.
But we are prone, to make mistakes. There is no mess that love can't mend.
I don't want it to be the end. I don't understand.