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I'm just looking for someone to hold my hand,

trying to find someone who'll understand me.

And if you could would you be my friend?

Cause I'm lonely,

and I'm cold inside,

even when it's ninety degrees

I feel like my tears will freeze.

I look out the window at the world going by.

They don't see me when I pass before their eyes,

so I sit alone and breathe a heavy sigh.

Cause I'm lonely,

and I'm cold inside,

and I've cried

till my tears ran dry.

There are so few who understand what it's really like

to hold the balance of life and death in your hands,

to see the Angel of Death at the edges of their sight.

Cause they're lonely,

and they're cold inside

and even when it's ninety degrees

they feel like their tears will freeze.

They're Just looking for someone to hold their hand,

trying to find someone who'll understand them.

And if I can then I'll be your friend.