Von der Aufnahme Speak of the Devil
Songtext
It’s not my fault, my cold heart is old.
It’s not my fault, my cold heart is old.
Wherever i show up people start talking behind my back
They clipped my wings before i learned to fly
Dark clouds seem to follow me and my path.
It seems i have never had a choice, not even a voice.
It’s not my fault, my cold heart is old.
It’s not my fault, my cold heart is old.
If you could see how they treated me, see how they cheated me,
see how they spitted on me, and how they pointed at me.
When i was just a baby, i was quite handsome.
I didn’t had a clue bout what’s right or wrong.
When i was just a baby, i was quite lonesome.
I didn’t had a hand to hold on to.
It’s not my fault, my cold heart is old.
It’s not my fault, my cold heart is old.
But if you could look back to see my childhood, to feel what i’ve felt.
If you had grown up the way i did, and dragged the cross i wore.
If ever someone looked at you, the way they’ve looked at me.
Sir, don’t get me wrong, but it’s hard to get out of this.
It’s not my fault, my cold heart is old.
It’s not my fault, my cold heart is old.
