piangere cosa ci vuoi far, forse un di chissa, anche per te tutto passera. Tu sai la vita quel che oggi da, non sai domani quel che portera, il tempo passa
I wanted to disappear Completely by choice And sometimes I do still, yeah, wonder Who decides the speed our lives rotate How long until the belt it
laugh in I can smell the tragedy When hatchin', happily dispassionately patched in Alive with the menace of demise Like, "Yes! " the pain dazzles men, pass the popcorn (Pass
Why am I going this? Just don't know But it feels good I know I'm not supposed to (I'm not supposed to) What do you think That I should do? I can't
Leaning my head against Your old bedroom door again I listen for lost deep undertones Of my fathers voice so loud It keeps calling out I?m pulling out
Do you see me waving? From the distance And I wonder how it feels As discomposure takes it's place But I'd love to see your face When you see what I'
I breathe out this discontent Into lungs you've never met Don't pretend Hands across her chest Doing things I never meant Trade the promise that I made
Don't lose the faith now Don't take me for granted Everyone left their hope on the floor Don't try to pretend The cause was a mission Everyone knows
Just drive, we?ll tear up the streets There?s no apology The night?s always young when you?re careless and free Thoughts are so reckless and calm We
With every breath that you release I see the water getting deep As your lungs both gasp for air This is the last kiss that we'll share As you take one
Every time there's been no change You put up walls You feel the same You live your life And it's all the same You want to find love But it's just a game
It causes nothing but pain and suffering Constantly dying, starvation is gluttony Paint this shattered scene I keep calling out for something more now
y voir ce que j'etais. Tous les passants s'en sont alles, Jean de Flandre, Jean de Navarre, Le petit John des Ameriques, Tous les passants s'en sont
Your eyes being to stare at the polygraph machine as you become aware of the satellites that call her name. It's as if the ocean swallowed the city
masturbators fuck them fucking moms that don't say we are bomb! we just don't give a fuck middle fingers raise em up we like to fucking party drink beer and keep it naughty just pass
Un amigo vagabundo me dijo una gran verdad que las almas son el refugio de tan grande soledad que una noche puede durar un siglo y segundos una eternidad
