If you could say something that fascinated me the air in your small world might clear to breathe lamens terms king of fools illiterate you'd rather be
crack jokes, break lines amongst your friends, deceitful, dishonest, confide through realms of this coward's talk we'll rise. ignore and break through
I don't feel like getting out of bed. cause everything i fell i wish i could replace. fear, confusion, so many dissapointments in my self. i need something
let me take another look around, why we're here and why we're friends cause, we're here to make a difference and there is nothing left to show you of
I couldn't resist the temptation To hit you back with a new sensation And love you like I should. With nothing but lies and words to make you cry. With
What you want from me is a better set mind, Well so do I. But it takes time, So shut your gutter mouth and give me more time. And I'll take it in, breathe
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White on black. Red on blue. It's all here except the chance to grow. And it's so dark beyond your cellar doors, So open up and we'll give it a go. Take
blue cars look better left blue takes the dirt off of you scolds the paint with scratches of gold stickers all fade in 12 months letters melt from the
I drew your name in the sand But the tide washed it all away. She came along and made it seem like eternity. Now I'm writing her name. But it doesn't
This whole trip has been a mess. This last day's been worse than the rest. And I've got nothing to say to you except "Hold on, hold tight" this is the
I'll be fine for a while, Until I see your face in a photograph With your smile. And nothing's left. Well, I don't know. I've got thirty pages of photographs
lying in my bed awake, thinking of this pain you create. all those voices i hear, i scream for my silence to stay. you're growing away from me i'm trying
Someone said your name, And sparked every ember. And I Burst into flames, tried not to remember. It's not been the same Since last December and Now we
your back's turning, your head's burning, for someone more to love. but glory days, can't be replaced, shallowed out for her fake love. whatever you
this isn't how it's supposed to be razorblades that make wrists bleed (oooh) eyeliner and cigarettes lipstick the color of death (oooh) don't say a
For every bridge you burn, you've got a lot to show Before I repave the streets and roads to my home. So hang your head and shut your mouth, swallow