(Robbie)
Come on hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living
not sure I understand,
this role I've been given
I sit and talk to God
and he just laughs about plans,
my head speaks a language I don't understand
I just wanna feel real love,
fill the home that I live in
'Cause I got too much life,
running through my veins, going to waste
I dont wanna die,
but I ain