It's the middle of Spring but it's still cold,
But cautiously she must carry on,
Because we live in a world where,
Mistrust is a raving disease,
Where it's hard to breathe,
Where it's hard to see,

She pulls out a gun and says to herself,
That she is the one, the one to believe.

I've always tried to keep up,
Something I have said,
Make it hard to comprehend,
That you don't know me,
You don't want to know me,

I've Believed before,
But never this much,
That there is more,
Than what I can touch,

I can't feel you,
Is it because you aren't real,
Or is it that I don't believe in you.