IRC-Galleria

I was alone sitting on the steps outside your door
You weren't home and I've been through this too many times before
And we go on and on, round and round
It's like we can't break free

You're bringing me down
Now you got me on my knees
The first time around
You were so good to me
But now I'm out here in the cold
But just my own hands to hold
But where are you?