Waiting for you to decide,
I'm walking the steps of my mind,
searching for those memories,
I have left behind.
Must I be this person,
who runs away, to hide,
when the only thing missing
is my foolish male pride.
Waiting for you to decide,
I'm walking the steps of my mind,
searching for those memories,
I have left behind.
Must I be this person,
who runs away, to hide,
when the only thing missing
is my foolish male pride.