Whom can I tell my sins to?

Whom can I tell my sins to?

I'm walking for myself,
and have no one to listen to my plea.
The voice of logic is gone now,
and I don't remember what the mean of "glee"
and now that I'm all alone,
without a friend to carry on,
with me,
what am I meant to be?

Whom can I tell my sins to?
with whom can I laugh?
Whom can share with me the hard times?
help me stand when the time is rough?
Whom can I tell my sins to?
and whom would like to be with me?
who will do the most precious deed,
and give me back my glee?

I'm crying in the rain,
so no one knows I cry.
I'm looking for a friend,
yet, he havn't arrived.
Through the streets,
of this celebrate of buildings,
I can surley say that I'm lost.

Whom can I tell my sins to?
with whom can I laugh?
Whom can share with me the hard times?
help me stand when the time is rough?
Whom can I tell my sins to?
and whom would like to be with me?
who will do the most precious deed,
and give me back my glee?