I've been hurt so many times
   And been told so many lies
   No one vares what's on my mind
   At all
   I feel lost while on my own
   There's no place I call home
   But I just still want to believe
   I've not been mistreated
   Not been mistreated
   It's my heart that goes on
   To believe there's someone
   Who needs me to carry on
   'Till the end I'm holding on
   I've not be mistreated
   Not be mistreated
   I know in ways - have to be strong
   Pouring my strain -
   It's furning out wrong
   Feels like a stream of endless old fears
   But I still want to believe