How does one tell of his broken soul?
So many people with there own broken hearts
They write of there own lost
Lost there own soul
Gentle ones, I hear your pain
So many sad souls
Why must this be?
Are we all cruel to the ones we love?
What is mankind to do with all this lost?
Hearts broken, lies told
Blackness grows over our souls
Kiss, kiss for our love ones
We need then without them we are lost
Do we pick them wrong?
Or it is god's way to play with all over hopes
I have learned of the meaning of lost
To lose in normal, but to survive is noble
But when your heart is really broken
It does thing to you that no one can fix
Time goes, my soul grows old
All I know for me
That day she left I was broken
10 years ago, haven't touch another soul
So I have a century of a broken heart
Is it not something
Do I not win a prize?
How cold
The real problem I have
Is that I do not give a dame
