Sometimes songs exist to be someone else's theme song.

I have been searching for your touch,

unlike any touch I've ever known.

And I never thought about you much,

'til I'm broken down and all alone.

Though I don't understand the meaning of love,

I do not mind if I die trying.

Took you for granted when you lifted me up.

I'm asking for your help.

I am going through hell---

Afraid nothing can save me

but the sound of your voice;

you cut out all the noise.

And now that I can see my stakes so clearly now,

I'd kill if I could take you back,

but how?