All the believer's stories , I'm sorry I cannot listen Thoug you're all going up, it seems that I'm not breathing
I cannot hold those dreams inside my head Can anyone promise me that they're telling the right words Or are we just here 'cause we'll never get... Out
I hear you say "I can't heal, it's the little child's own choice" I hear you say "I can't hear, cause his moaning's louder than my voice And he have warned us in so many stories, told us of so many worries But we never listend we just never listened"
Are those the lines you want to tell your friends and all the ones who seem to be. They never cared about me.
I'd give an arm for that just one of you would hear that One more day with all that thoughts in me. And I can't help it