I walk down the block of sorrow.
I see faces decorated with horror.
I keep up with the pace to follow.
The pace that leads to tomorrow.

I think that I'd never really loved someone.
As much as I love myself.
I think that's why now I have no one.
To love me with his better self.

It's been many years and I am still walking alone.
Tired of knowing what will happen and what won't.
It's been many years and I am still fooling around.
I am waiting for the sound.

It's been many years and I am still walking alone.
Tired of knowing what will happen and what won't.
It's been many years and I am still fooling around.

No, I don't want to wait.