And I will find the true intent and I will find myself

So take good care of me, for less and for all

I will fall for all your words

I will find the way

To find myself again but when will you follow me

Hearts ache under the stress of you

But I don't even know the true intent

Who ever we're all in a fine mess

How ever you finally break

To find myself again but when will you follow

Decisions an eye full

And I confess