I don't know
what it means...
In his mind, the special kind
Voices call his name at times...
I used to be broken
On the verge of breaking down...
The day I was created by God
Was the day He lost His eraser...
When you think all is won
that's because reality has not yet begun...
I cannot get it out of my head
the screams the pain...
Even though
I couldn't care less...
Behind every song,
A sad story had been left untold...
When lovely morn comes back again
she wil ! Oh will she sing again...
Deep inside,
The darkest place...
What was before, is not now
That which is, will be...
I'm begging for a new start,
I'm begging for a new heart...