Hey motherfucker wuz up ya this f a m e fuck all my enimies for all ya weak ass bitchs out there we got chill, loaks, live, eb we my man nerd right
empty, i'm so empty
I don't know what the fuck I'm facing I don't know if I'm facing 2 I don't know if I'm facing 3 but I know I'm in there free for nothing my pops missing
You'll never know anything that I've done And you'll never know anything that I've seen Don't you pretend that you care one bit How have you been, haven
broke me That is all I've got to do I realize I'm wasting time I can't help wanting you You've done me wrong and now I'm bleeding Man I'm bleeding And
to get by And you can save your hollow phrases Just say goodbye I'm gone Exempt, from all your sorry measures I'm gone Not touched, by your cold hands I'm
you now If there is anything you feel Listen to what it tells you It won't hurt a bit to kneel There was a time when I was easy 'cause Now I'm acting
There will be no pacification I won't tune in to your station I'm gonna take out all that is inside Try to stop what I am doing In spite of warnings
'cause now I know appearances deceive, This town is a pretty town to leave Everyday I wonder Can I leave? I wonder Why am I here? Everyday I'm planning My escape I'm
Irony people, irony
you're trying to do Every page That I'm turning It's my face that will turn with it Couldn't stand me The bare sight of me Cause I'm living the opposite
Don't want to be searching anymore Tried so hard, forgot what I'm looking for Who'll rewind Who'll remind me what the search was for Talk so fast I can
hear my call I'm about to fall I'd like to think that someone can hear me I just can't grasp why I'm here What I'm saying So full of shit Just don't know
I know what you're like Cause I've seen your kind These words I have heard many times, many times There's always someone Who thinks he knows you She
m here, your listening, finger in your ears Sometimes I'm glad you're not around Told me I was the only one, but so was he, ain't that strange I know I'm
'm the tyrant in my mind And I'm gonna try if that is all That I can do This is a two-way street I'm in the middle I'm looking for a quick way out But
I'm sick of the television, Nothing is on, It doesn't mean indecision, I'm sick of my stereo, I'm sick of my CDs, I wish someone would throw them all
The place he'd come to know is lost. the deals he made were double crossed.standing,watching in her doorway the hour is long, he cannot stay. her cheek
