Little Friend کے بول

There are no words For what I want to say No description For what I feel It's a non-emotion It's something gray Way down Inside of me You could call it anger You could call it fear You could call it frustration That's as close as you'll get Now I'm waiting For security There's something racing Inside of me I'm waiting, I'm waiting For a sign Waiting for something Got nothing but time I said I'm waiting Waiting for a sign Just me and my little friend He's deep inside.