It's not right, it's gotta change But she's not the one to blame They try to make it works, nothing seems to work at all In the end it doesn't matter
(Originally by Blink 182) It's alright to tell me what you think about me I won't try to argue or hold it against you I know that you're leaving you
It's so damn late tonight and I don't know what to do (Don't know what to do) I did my best tried hard It sucks, I don't wanna argue What is this all
Wrong place Exactly at the wrong time Trying to watch boring classes there I was I felt things bustin' into flames inside o' me After a couple o' minutes
"I'm just doing nothing, I'm wasting my time" That's what my mom and my dad keep saying to me They don't understand why, I'm awake 'till this time Trying
You don't have to run away You can find a way to solve your problems Just don't lose control If everyone complains about you all the time Don't be afraid
I don't know what's happening Six in the morning here I'm sitting on my bed Figuring out those fuckin' problems in my head The TV is on, but it's not
There are so many reasons, I don't want you back You've thrown it all away like a garbage bag Waste of time, time to waste, telling white lies It's worthless
We might kiss when we are alone When nobody's watching We might take it home We might make out when nobody's there It's not that we're scared It's just
We might kiss when we are alone when nobody?s watchin? we might take it home we might make out when nobody's there it's not that we're scared
Delicate like rain Delicate like snow Delicate like birds Delicate just so Delicate like air Delicate like breeze Delicate like you and me A delicate
I'm losing my mind, I'm falling apart I wanna feel your heart and all I see is you I'm such a fool to treat you like I do when I take my fears and throw
say it.. say what u want.. i can tell u like suffering it can tear you like war i can tell u like suffering and war a hand of despair, a breath of
(Damien Rice) We might kiss when we are alone When nobody's watching We might take it home We might make out when nobody's there It's not that we
Cette histoire est encore une legende Quand j'etais dans la narine narchande Je vendais de beaux bigoudis-mousse Des Mickey des babouches Des flingues
You play hard to want you?re hard to crumble up I belong to someone already gone hard to want you?re hard to crumble up I belong to someone gone before
[Lyrics: Demon] When the scent of a canker Crosses through the nose To become a need to sin in the brain A slice across the nape With her delicate hands
