Dear Dad, I think about you every now and then, I hope to God that I don?t turn out like you as I grip this pen. Every time you cross my mind, I cross
I fell in love online with a singer, I?ve been checking her page on Myspace every day without fail, messaging her. But there?s one minor detail that
Street lights shine bright, illuminating Watford High Street on a Monday night. Fat slags are ?dressed to kill? with their short skirts barely covering
Lately I?ve noticed things have changed in this town, They aint the same as they used to be and it really fucking brings me down. I go to shows to watch
on the train or bus, then get into work and discuss their opinions on dumbed down politics, the politicians and their dirty tricks. I?m not saying that I know much more than
I see a face full of scars, from being ?Mr. Hard?, ?Mr. Fights In Bars?. I?ll probably regret writing lyrics for this song, but I?ve felt the way I feel for far
Wishing I was someone else, It?s my own fault that I?m fucked up but I still worry about my mental health. I?ve g-g-got a stutter and the memory of a
sudden feeling of four walls. Kill me now before boredom does, I?ll be bored 6ft under the boring world above. Bored, B-O-R-E-D, I?m bored-er than paint
I?ve been pacing all the back streets, small steps, cigarette in hand, both feet barely touching the ground and I can?t find my lighter. My mouth is
I know my lyrics aren?t the best you?ve ever heard, But I say what I mean and I mean every fucking word. I?m sick of listening to narrow minded pricks
Our shoes are scuffed, our shirts are torn. No belts to hold up our jeans and the knees are worn. But we?re still alright, still going out tonight.
I?ve been collecting music for so long, today I turned on my laptop and it?s all gone. I opened my iTunes and it?s bare, I can?t find the albums I downloaded
