Feeling like a little child
Crying out for its mother
I'm sitting here alone
And I miss you ... so much
The funny thing is--I don't know who you are ...
This feeling inside will surely kill me someday
I don't know when this feeling will go away
I wash away my tears
'cause I don't want nobody to see me cry
But I can't help myself
As long as I don't know who you are
This empty space inside my soul is the place for you
But I realize in every night--it will be empty forever