I'd love to say my faith was like a powerful boat...
I'd love to say I was calm and cool, always...
Thank you,
thank you for it all...
I will soon decide my future,
when I'm only 15 years old...
Don't tell me I'm strange,
I hate the tone you use...
I didn't think it would mean this much,
to know I can't feel your touch...
We have wars and we fight.
Is that supposed to be allright...
It's cold outside,
and the world is white...
"Why don't just tell me?"
"Honey, were not meant to be."...
I believe in psychic powers,
But the future I don't want to see...
It hurts to know you don't recognize me,
And that your just not who you used to be...
I want to show you the world,
I want to show you everything...
Your try to fix it all,
you try to fix whats already broken...