I wanna live before I die, so don’t say I have to cry on one more freezing floor. I ask you to open the door and see how things could have gone. The reason that it took so long before you could figure out that for so long I was about to break; and there were no arms to keep me from harming me. And now, I’m searchin back to see how I never tried to ask for some sympathy ‘cause no- nobody wants to ride with me too far ‘cause I might trip away, but in your arms I’d rather stay.
Katy Rose, “I Like”