Broken souls with broken hearts, all in the same roof. Same thoughts, but different troubles. Broken wings can't take us far. Far from this trobble, nobody can handle. Broken minds just like a crack on a beautiful ice, about to break down. Not even angels can save us now. Broken inside, tuff on the outside. Much is wrong, yet much is good. An illusion have become a home, an illusion of something good. Broken souls with broken hearts, all in the same roof, I wonder when I'm about to lose? six people, yet not even one. Six chairs that have not been used at the same time in so long. Six broken souls and hearts is something they all end up have in common. -A