Testo Head Up High

Yes, sometimes it´s hard for me to stand the pain all time And I don´t konw what it is that keeps me walking In fact it´s the unsatisfaction of my wish to fly Even if I know it´s impossible before I´m dieing But when I die I´d like to think I´ve reached some things My world is so different to your´s, the same with me I´d never do things disagreeing with my feelings The cause of my condition? Come with me and you will see! I´m not much better than anyone But I´d like to reach things when I´m gonne I don´t quite when I am wrong I just keep going on 3x With my head up high And only god knows I am right You allways start to cry like a little mother´s child Shouting at someone, as if it only he was wrong I´m not much better......... In difference to you I try to Chande my faults But without loosing my point, I belive in me I allways stand strong to my words, even if I know it hurts The cause of my condition? Come with me and you will see! I´m not much ..........