| Take my breath away, I don’t need it anyway
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| 'Cause I’m fine here in my old forgotten world
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| Where I can be myself, left with the hand I’m dealt
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| It’s hard to get a grip when you’re holding onto something
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| You just let slip away
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| All these thoughts stuck in my mind
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| Spinning round like endless time
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| For once in my life I do wanna feel
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| Something you call real
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| I don’t think that I’ve got
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| Time for these scars to heal
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| And the days just go by,
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| Leaving questions in my mind
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| I guess I’ll find the answers
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| Some day in another life
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| Here with my old friend, the silence in the end
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| And it rings so loud that I cannot pretend
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| If I just close my eyes and ask a thousand whys
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| Will it change or stay the same? |
| Will it ever go away?
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| The question still remains
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| All these thoughts are in my mind
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| Spinning around like endless time
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| For once in my life I do wanna feel
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| Something you call real
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| I don’t think that I’ve got
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| Time for these scars to heal
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| And the days just go by,
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| Leaving questions in my mind
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| I guess I’ll find the answers
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| Some day in another life
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| Warning signs read desolation
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| On the road of desperation
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| Happiness machines, I’m coming clean
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| What can you do for me?
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| I do want to feel
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| Something you call real
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| I don’t think that I’ve got
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| Time for these scars to heal
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| And the days just go by,
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| Leaving questions in my mind
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| I guess I’ll find the answers
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| Some day in another life
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| Oh oh oh oh So here now I stand at the end
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| Of a dark road out of hell
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| It’s not so hard as I depart
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| What a way to become a man |