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
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
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. This
I close my eyes and think of nice things like summer in the park when I was riding my bike. Life was so much easier when I was 8, now I?m bitter, I?
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
My teeth are clenched so tight my gums will bleed, As I watch the filth pig out and begin to feed from the flesh of whores, Off the bones of the ignorant
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
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
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
Get Low. Lower Than Atlantis. Every Weekend (Thanks to Sam Woolley for these lyrics)
Street lights shine bright, illuminating Watford High Street on a Monday night. Fat slags are ?dressed to kill? with their short skirts barely covering
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 dry
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 I
Tank full, Open road, Sat Nav programmed, Let's go! Speakers scream, Siamese Dream, The conversation flows. And we are miles away from the place where
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
Flashback to 1999, It's the summer, Not a cloud in the sky. Present day, Things have changed, Summer's over And it rains here every day. Don't cry,
too? Two wishes are better than one, dude! And I wish upon a shooting star, That I might end up where you are, Will you wish too? Two wishes are better than
