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I want a house where I can write in And play host to all our best friends and their smiling faces Where we'll run all day So I'll be tired It will keep me sane I'm quite the liar when the sun goes down I want more from my touch We're just touching too much Im hoping that the fire in this place will heat all my unwelcome worries While I don't want your help, I can't figure this out myself Bless your soul. For being honest SongtexteI've become quite ill From spending all my time alone I'm proud as hell Of what I'm doing I mean, it's love is all And I can feel it in my hands I find it odd That I'm addicted to all my flaws and that this obsession is my biggest one I've got heroes that I can't save I'm playing games I shouldn't play You're breaking hearts Im driving cars into I'm okay with your love. I just don't get enough I can't help believe you when you say that you don't believe yourself This is what you get for being kind at heart. Aus Songtexte Mania