Maybe it’s worse to be unfound,
I stick to what I know is true.
Both my feet are on the ground,
I can not run from what is me.
But I am me, is it enough,
there is no secret in my soul,
to find safety, to find love.
I knew you once, loved you before.
I am this, more or less, I’m hole,
so find me please in time once more,
or leave me be just as I am.
I am alone now, bare and cold.