From The Heart

All the things to do don't seem to mean much anymore. Lost and alone, I'm sitting here all by myself. Looking in the mirror, holding an old photograph of how it used to be. Everything comes from the heart. As time changes right from the heart. All the words I used to say don't seem to mean much anymore. Every hurt and every thought. Alone, I'm sitting here all by myself. Looking out the window, playing an old record. Same old melody. I tell you, Every word comes from the heart. Believe that it's true. Time bends each hurt from the heart. There's no need to hide. And in here, I turn to you. I smile. I take it. I believe that it's true. Believe that it's true.