When does the bus stop,
Will it ever stop?
Do I look forward, I am trying to
I am looking for you,
I am looking for some kind of comfort
Some stay or normal ways
In my tender years. Does the bus stop here?
I feel so alone, where is my home
Where is my family, the ones that loved me?
Which way should I look
From this bus, back or front
Gives me no comfort now.
Does the bus stop soon?
When it does, and I get off,
Who will hold my hand,
And if I cry, who will dry my tears?
If the bus stops here?
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