I know

I understand where you're coming from
know the maining of the words
so they haven't yet be said
I'm not tired of waiting
I'm weak but I'm not sick
all those tears...
Refrain:
Much to make, not much to keep, imaginary friends,
will I flow down deep, storm ahead, will I get through, hope I'm welcome where I might run to. I promise, oh it's got to be sin, so I'll lose this but I'm next to win, so my journey's been made, like a hiding, like a shade, there's just something wrong, I know...
Don't you lie, I see right through you, I juste keep it all inside, I'm about to lose control, I hide, will you ever reach me?
Refrain.