Just tell me it's over Just tell me it's overcast, just tell me it's overemphasized. Just tell me it's over Just tell me it's overdrawn, just tell me
into deaf ears That yearn to hear the words you speak Of a wife that loves until she cheats Can we forgive ourselves? Can we just make believe? Can we just make
a stage Written by a miserable playwright His mother didn't want him as a child His ex-fiancee ruined his life His quotes will chill you to the bone Make
What will become of us? We're the first of a dying breed. What will become of us? We've got worn and calloused feet What will become of us? But we're
