I can't remember what to do, to ease the pain.
Why am I writing this for you when it's all in vain?
I'm doing all I can.
But all I get, is a suicidal plan.
And I will listen all I can
And I will try to understand.
But it's not enough.
Who Will Be There
Wait
Coming Home
Don't Tell Me
My Bleeding Hand
The Frost
Oblivion
RUBICON
Who will be there
Warm Me
Take our hands
Give It Back
Run A Mile
Breathe
Someone Here Is Missing
Little Man
Nothing at Best
Whatever You Do Do Nothing
How Did We Find Our Way?
Don't Tell Me