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
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