You broke my heart you know that I want you, I want you, every day you know that I miss you, I miss you, by my side she broked my heart and you broked
This funeral wasn't meant for you I cry my tears, and they all for you I hear your call, from the nightmare of my fall The roses turn to wine, when the
I saw her face, I can't deny, That I fell in love with her I saw her face, I can't deny, That I fell in love with her I saw her face, I can't deny,
begin to fight and you will be so far from me Do you realise? What, you did to me Born in a castle How could you throw it all away? She was a princess
not in range, cannot reach my ability, to say: That I'll soon be ready, just to standing steady, then I'm climbing higher, again My life is a riddle,
this last minute, 'cause it's your final one. Take the chance to crave. I bet it's past, don't try ignore. The lies within are my drug. Self deceit is a
You screaming back, you think that Im okey, just to you, but I lied, to make a difference, Im hiding myself just tonight Those razors hurt, I cant feel
Übersetzung: A Vain Attempt. Ich sah ihr Gesicht.
Übersetzung: A Vain Attempt. You Broke My Heart.
: Just like cellophane, you try to cling so tight to me, but your attempt's in vain. You've less sincerity than the plastic. Paper in the rain. The print
Return cover] Endliess nights of persecution. Reopening wounds - never healed. Always willing to suppress our attempts to be free. Violence is always a
show me a radio dick and ill show you a hummer Joey fell in love with a college girl she had a back pack and a pony tail she said her name was lisa
: Your guardian angels took a day off As I entered the picture Your life got a new meaning, a purpose to live Little did you know what was to come This
But I?m so scared of lying to myself until I die I even tried to be somebody else But everything I try goes straight to hell Chorus All attempts have been in vain
to fight in a war overdue ...Warrior... You can never truly know me My blood is exquisite A labyrinth of survival Lays waste to your vain attempts ...
: Endless nights of persecution reopening wounds - never healed. Always willing to suppress our attempts to be free. Violence is always a tool in
the skies more than a thousand times Before men can see their land thrive again And a thousand thunders will sound, And a thousand thunders will explode
those jokes have already been written Seems like another vain attempt To let yourself fall out of the oven Holy mountains they look so tired And it's a
