IRC-Galleria

Hitting walls and getting scars
Only makes you who you are.

I got a hole in my heart, I'm some kind of emotional rollercoaster.

I wait for the postman to bring me a letter,
and I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better.
And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders,
a part of me's dying.
and these are, these are,
the confessions of a broken heart.

When you ask me, who I am:
What is my vision? And do I have a plan?
Where is my strength? Have I nothing to say?
I hear the words in my head, but I push them away.

'Cause I stand for the power to change,
I live for the perfect day.
I love till it hurts like crazy,
I hope for a hero to save me.
I stand for the strange and lonely,
I believe there's a better place.
I don't know if the sky is heaven,
But I pray anyway.