The search
Tell me how to make a friend
I’m a grown woman, strong and timid
All my life I wanted a friend
But along the search I got lost in it
Now my heart is cold
It turns into stone
Its heavy on my soul
I feel so alone
Tell me how to make a friend
I’m a grown woman, happy and disappointed
All my life I tried my best
But along the search I got bitter by it
Now my soul cries
It turns into thunder
Sometimes the lighting comes out
Completely I go under
Tell me how to make a friend
I’m a grown woman, ignored and loved
All my life I tried to speak out
Words made it clear a lot
Now my dreams wake me
They turn into a monument
A statue to make me see
The way it was meant to be
Tell me how to make a friend
I’m a grown woman, tired and responsible
All my life I’ve been fastidious
Maybe that’s the problem after all
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