|| 03:16 Minutos
I think weve all been throw that phase in our lifes where you question life and its meaning, and Ive been searching for it and my point is that theres no meaning, and you just live it like millions of people did. Theres no point on feeling more special than anybody else because were so damn special and at the same time were so normal, for living life. Dont get too obsessed on the little details, and forgive people. But never forget. Wounded Good Charlotte Lost and broken, Hopeless and lonely. Smiling on the outside, and hurt beneath my skin. My eyes are fading, My soul is bleeding. Ill try to make it seem okay, But my faith is wearing thin. So help me heal these wounds, Theyve been open for way too long. Help me fill this hole, Even though this is not your fault, That Im open, And Im bleeding, All over your brand new rug. And I need someone to help me sew them up. I only wanted a magazine, I only wanted a movie screen, I only wanted the life Id read about and dreamed. And now my mind is an open book, And now my heart is an open wound, And now my life is an open soul for all to see. But help me heal these wounds, Theyve been open for way too long. Help me fill this hole, Even though this is not your fault, That Im open and Im bleeding, All over your brand new rug. And I need someone to help me, So you come along, I push you away, Then kick and scream for you to stay. Cuz I need someone to help me, Oh I need someone to help me, To help me heal these wounds ...