lost girl It holds so much truth But then it doesn't. I mean I know where I am. But do I really know *who I am? I guess not. lost girl It holds so much truth But all the same That's not really my name.
Can I make it? Am I strong enough to take it? Can I face it? It's coming. It's coming. I'm shaking. But let's face it. I can't take it. I was never that strong to begin with