hey,hi.
the love for money ... is evil.
it can strain any relationships.
it can change you.
it can blind you.
it can stop you from caring.
it kills you inside, then you are not yourself anymore.
but heck, people are still letting the evilness grow inside.
i think i've been victimized by the person who are corrupted by it.
i am not sure but that's how i felt.
show me then, that you're not like that.
because you are not like that when im young.
but things have changed now ... i suppose.
where's the love... i can't feel it.
or the r'ship has been strained years ago
and we didn't do anything 'bout it.
Look into her eyes
You can see she's crying out
She hides behind her smile
You can see the pain of doubt
And if you would hold her close
You could feel the brokenness inside
You would know she feels alone
She feels empty
Listen to her now
Broken is a beautiful sound
She's a little scared
She's afraid of falling further down
But maybe if you let her know
And gave her just a little hope
Somehow if she knew the truth
She'd come alive
In the end
We will learn
Actions speak louder then our words
She needs more than a hug on a holiday
She needs more than a smile on a Sunday
She's not looking for you to fix what's wrong
She really wants to know
Really wants to know she belongs
She needs more than a love song
*fireflight - more than a love song.
confused,
nana.
