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Woorden: Sanctus Real. The Face Of Love. I'm Not Alright.


If weakness is a wound
That no one wants to speak of
Then ?cool? is just how far we have to fall
I am not immune
I only want to be loved
But I feel safe behind the firewall
Can I lose my need to impress?
If you want the truth, I need to confess

I?m not alright
I?m broken inside, broken inside
And all I go through
It leads me to you, it leads me to you

Burn away the pride
Bring me to my weakness
Until everything I hide behind is gone
And when I?m open wide
With nothing left to cling to
Only you are there to lead me on
Cause honestly, I?m not that strong

I?m not alright
I?m broken inside, broken inside
And all I go through
It leads me to you, it leads me to you

And I move, and I move, and I move...closer to you
And I move, and I move, and I move...closer to you
And I move, and I move, and I move...closer to you
And I move, and I move, and I move...

I?m not alright
I?m broken inside, broken inside
broken inside, broken inside
And all I go through
Leads me to you, leads me to you

I?m not alright, I?m not alright, I?m not alright...that?s why I need you