Everywhere I go, everyone I meet, everytime I try to fall in love they all want to know why I’m so broken? Why am I so cold? Why I’m so hard inside? Why am I scared? What am I afraid of? I don’t even know. This story never had an end. I’ve been waiting, I’ve been searching, I’ve been hoping, I’ve been dreaming you would come back. But I know the ending of this story. You are never coming back, never, never….