you from another point of view but nothing compares to you. Here in the
library of love, I?ve turned another page, a paragraph of joy and
happiness, in volumes of tears and pain.
It seems such a long time and still I?m on my knees, I try to pick up the
fragments of a broken heart that cut through my fingers I knew that
nothing compares to you.
Now I?m trapped in this armour rusted shut, I hear the voices don?t give
up. Afraid my heart might turn into a stone I chose to be all alone.