living. Maybe giving up's not bad, but part of letting go of you. If I surrender to this feeling maybe all the aches and pains will go and I can close
and Bacardi. Yes, I guess its wrong to live right. Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees. I guess thats what I should get for crawling back at your feet. And
You wanted to know just what makes me tick, I guess I could say that, You and your bullshit, Are pushing me towards an explosion. I guess you're what
and if i try to climb again, this time the fall is fatal. i don't deserve such and easy exit, so maybe my spine can snap on impact and i'll have to
we find out in the end it's only us that we've been kidding so find the darkest place and search under blankets for me smothering myself in this darkness i am lying down tonight and
friends galore And all you've ever been to me is a waste of time and nothing more Nothing is real (Nothing is real) and I want you to know (and I want
intent on dropping me back down. Are you like this, afraid to be yourself? And if you somehow get through all of this without hating yourself for all of it and
Well, Today is the 15th. And you know what that means, Time to sit and go through boxes of old pictures. See if I can bring myself to, The brink of giving
black and i'm awake lying on the ground. the grass beneath my feet is hard and cold just like i've come to be. the stars are gone behind the clouds and
be throwing up all morning sick from what you might have done or done it with. And I swear if I could take your pain And frame it and hang it on my
cracked and dirty face Is look up from underneath my feet, It's staring at the hallow, broken boy, Who's lost and wandering these same old streets, And
