Why
In the city there’s a thousands doors and thousands girls…They wanna be loved.
When I come you wanna touch my hand you know you can’t,
But you don’t have words.
And I know that you will find the end.
You’ll understand that you don’t need me.
Please forgive me I’m not your light…
I’m not your light…
I don’t know
Just why?! Why I don’t wanna be with you and I cry…
Now and then.