Why do I feel so old br So cold br And broken br Why are some many things still unspoken br Torn between two roads br Waiting for everything to explode br I’m being pushed towards one br Yet desperately reaching for the other br Not knowing which way to turn br Fills me with growing concern br Am I in reality br Or am I steadily slipping away br They all say I’m on a fast track to nowhere br But what they don’t realize is how far I’ve come br I walked through hell and back br I went with my head held high br I came back cold and broken br Ill make it ill prove them wrong br Ill grasp the path I want and take the leap br Maybe then I can catch a moments breath br With my burnt and bleeding lungsbr br blood red angelbr br