Lyrics
Step on the streets on a broken foot
How come I feel misunderstood
Every little thing that I possess
Disappears away, meaningless
It's all about emotion and I lose control
Feeling laughing people destructing my soul
Your words are tiny little stitches
Stitches, stitches, stitches, stitches
I don't wanna play a rebel
I don't wanna hurt myself
But just being me all time
Does damage to that dented soul of mine
Of mine
But just being me all time
Does damage to that dented soul of mine
I am a victim of obsession
I am a victim of their passion
Will I be the only one that asks
Will I be the only one with tasks
I can't tell you, I am out
You won't notice, I am loud
As if to say no-one hears whispers
From their horse of crystal
I don't wanna play a rebel
I don't wanna hurt myself
But just being me all time
Does damage to that dented soul of mine
Of mine
But just being me all time
Does damage to that dented soul of mine
Dented soul of mine
If I ever take a ride in a boat
I must remember where I hung my coat
Ashes were blown above the street
A tiny storm around my feet
Negociating with my dreams
Don't hesitate to ask, indeed
The major importance is, I say
Ignore yourself to live your day
I don't wanna play a rebel
I don't wanna hurt myself
But just being me all time
Does damage to that dented soul of mine
Of mine... of mine... of mine
Damage
