forever And it all seemed so clear Paying rent was my only fear While staying here These days memories start to fade and Few are made to replaced It's
home Hotels, hotels Think of me when I'm leaving Will you give this to my mother Once again it's time to leave There's no ever after There's only in
Sadistic hypocrisy You put me through hell and i let you Before i learned how to speak Drove me mad with desire Took advantage cause i was too weak Now the confusion
that you sent Your presence only amplifies The hatred i've been feeling Betray me cause it's all you know Layers of trust erode when lies are told It's
Desire traps you in my head I can feel you next to me in bed Thoughts of you fill my dreams at night Losing focus, you're objectified I apologize if
From Mr. Holland's Opus soundtrack Oh Yeah Lived all my days trying to embrace Life with my heart by all the beauty I feel and create it spins and
pain and anguish of living never exchanged the word, our thoughts were from the "hello"'s to the "how are you"'s to the "I love you"'s she grabbed my
love you" to her lobes unbeknownst to the dichotomy in the beauty that he beholds I love her now, and even after death she's my breath the only other
embrace! Conversation comes easy learning from each other's insight nihilistic disposition deadened, by your facetiousness But is it mutual? Mixed signals cause confusion
It's wishful thinking It's always wishful thinking, uh huh It's wishful thinking It's always wishful thinking, and uh [CHORUS] I used to know this
I close my eyes Takes me closer to heaven When the flute starts to fly And the violin cries Confusion leaves While peace orchestrates Runs through my veins And in other
fantasies will come true I dance dance and pray that some of them do. (Chorus) Hey-yeah, lift my emotion Tonight, my heart is open Let go, there's no confusion
skin is tan like the front of your hand) (And my hair...) (Well my hair's alright whatever way I want to fix it, it's alright it's fine) (But my hips
That I pull a fast crime or past time Mastermind he?s after time, all the time After time you will find it it?s my way or the highway It?s no way, it?s
, I keep with the pot Be sleepin' a lot, wake up confused I don't even know if it's the weekend or not It's been a long, long, long time But I'm still
time After time you will find it's my way or the highway There's no way it's your way, spit a piece of wood and I'll be there If it's stone then you'
pretty face or beautiful shape I look the other way cuz they ain't messing with you And everybody tell me that they confused They say What's got into
