wisely, Ive got no time to just sit and cry I didnt want to have to force this feeling to die..... Death of a feeling, loss of a friend I wonder if we
in the darkness, but would you search for me? I felt around for you, my face was warm and flushed I didn't think that good things needed to be rushed I feel
to limits in my body and mind searching for the answers that I never will find as the clock keeps ticking faster and faster it goes I don't have time anymore to hear your
Don't think I forgot Don't think I ever will I told you that I wouldn't doesn't that give you a thrill? You should be proud You've earned your bragging
You'll fall off we all know your story This isn't a release, but your hunt for glory You want to be heard, but have nothing to say So what is your problem
Judged by the way you look, that's so lame Fuck your fashion statement game Fuck your fashion statement game Fuck your fashion statement game Take a
time wisely I've got not time to sit and cry I didn't want to have to force the feeling to die Death of a feeling, loss of a friend I wonder if we'll
? Now like the memories, they're becoming erased Remove your glasses, look in my eyes You were all I loved, now you want to be despised Good-bye my love, hello my friend This isn't a
sweet more like a fuck in a back seat We are the rain and sleet come to ruin your parade and we won't ever fall in line with all of your charades Pretty
time Your words are shit, I'm doing just fine You try to prove me wrong, don't waste your breath 'Cause I'll be making noise till my death I'd rather burn your
passive Then I could just live and let live But to me it's more than that Catchy rhymes of bullshit lines I thought these were the best of times Well, I was in for a
give a shit I only have one commandment destroy to create, build a new smash the hate what are they for? Why were rules made? to be broken Who's to blame For all your
so all I want to know is are you still out there? I wonder if you're doing fine and if I ever come to mind Do you long for the past or search for better
but still don't understand (I lost the race) There is no better man (for you) But slap away my hand should of known I'd lose again took a gamble instead of a
At age 41, the king was dead it wasn't the beginning or the end shouting for his freedom he was silenced again maybe for the last time the government
a pretty face you jockey for position in some silly childish race like a game we played in high school still trying to be cool its time to get a grip stop being such a
already dead I see it in your eyes I've never asked for much But done the best I can Who are you to judge What makes me a man? Maybe I'm still a kid
on your mind I want to be the one you think of all the time I want to be the one to put a smile on your face I want to be the one that gets you through your