Hopeless and tired
Will you give me the sign I'm looking for?
I am mired with the earnest and sight-inspired
Helpless and silent
Can you return my voice?
You left me mute and defiant
But I can't get my hands untied
Useless without you
It's my fault
I am withered, I am weak
And about to find out why I'm so into
Autor(es): Gene Eugene