For all intensive purposes I'm dead. The alarm clock sets my fate and tonight this place means nothing. Just concrete walls dressed in photographs of
You know the drill, it's been a hard time for a long time. I wish there was something I could do to make this alright, soon you'll be fine. I've made
its make believe, and we're all we need. that its make believe, But the ins and outs, the hides and seeks of shaky faith and my modern belief, that
long to not have peeked through and seen the right kids on the floor. Another settled score on a foreign shore is nothing worth dying for anymore. Worn down, unsure, long days make
I watched the fireworks explode, and from your shoulders I could see a different world. No lies, no hate, no fear, no pain, just flashes of blue and yellow
On a day, when I'm feeling incomplete, buried in my bedsheets. Can't pretend, that no matter how I bend, I'm not the square peg in my circle of friends
I spent my night sweating through my clothes, and screaming 'til my throat ached like burning coals. Still it?s not right now that everything I know
I've been following the steam trail of her breath on these winter streets, running from an early death. And she's everything I need, want, and can't
The sun is coming up in the Monday sky, and I could toss and turn until these sheets caught fire. It's an eight-semester game of chance in this lonely
again? Back to Dan and Jose teasing us in your basement chairs. Back to Braeburn days and the way best friends were better there. Nothing gold ever cared. And
make me whole See my tongue i can hardly talk See my skin it's a mass of blood See my legs i can hardly stand I believe you can make me well See my purse
let you know Im not sying Ive got the answers or a master plan And I wont make belive that I could do more than what iI can Itll take some thime to mend
You told me goodbye And I've refused To lose these blues But it's time I tried It's time I tried To mend my broken heart Dry my eyes And make a brand
got some right here for you I push you down on your knees (such a good whore) I make your dreams come true At 60 miles an hour on course and pace
Why do lovers drift apart And how does love fade away When do pieces of a broken heart mend again You've been crying in the dark And you've been feeling
know you gotta stay No running Love's coming back Like only love can do Love can do Things you never thought it could Mend a hurt so bad Make you feel
(Keith Thomas, Amy Grant and Wayne Kirkpatrick) Why do lovers drift apart How does love fade away When do pieces of a broken heart mend again You've
n*gga,i dont feel sh*t Wheres a therapist? Yea I'm outta control They tryna make me go to rehab, I won't go, no And so I'm addicted, I'm Britney, Whitney, and