We write own passages on the walls,
Waiting for permission, waiting for a call
But none will come, there is no sound here,
So now we're left to our own devices and tears.
I promise I can be something worth being,
I want to become something worth seeing,
But your sight is different than mine,
I always tell you that everything is fine,
But in my heart I know everything's broken,
I know in my heart that I am broken.
