life Such a careless lover I put my best foot forward Such a careless lover I put my best foot forward So what good is a life without you? What good is a
Spark the sun to blind my eyes. A reaction could honestly be the start to a new beginning, Won't watch myself become a dead man. The pressure to make
, waking up to a sea of white And my arms are wrapped up with a better view like it's the last thing I'll ever do. I'm afraid I'm in love with a ghost, a
It's so easy to walk out the door, forgetting your heart makes you proud. I can't quite get a grip on the last time. Repetition fails me. I can't fit
everything happens for a reason. This must be a dream, voices all around me. White walls. White walls. It's finally over. It's finally over. Now I finally understand why everything happens for a
sun. Four hundred and thirteen miles to go and I can't wait to see you again. It's so hard to think that one day this will have to end. Got the key to
Featuring Jesse Barrera It's a feeling kind of like the bright lights going to my head. When all is said and done, the future is crashing down on me
ground, I'm not asking for a miracle. She waits in coma calling out my name (it wont mean a thing), These steps I take (I take alone) won't make a difference
was ending. So, "here's to another year of looking up, kid." And watching what I cherish turn to the bottle. It all disappears. It disappears. In a matter
It's the search. The search to find something we can call our own. I'm afraid I've stayed in this place for too long without a purpose and it's the
I've been away for far too long. Maybe you're right...maybe it's me, breathing down my neck. A man of few words. I've got to find me something worth
on it ain't right. She got 'em four curves and a letter D, And all the dudes mad cause she's all on me. And I can't lie, I just might lose it. Gridin' all day
that can reach us, Now I'm picking up your pieces, I'm picking up your pieces, And it never seemed this hard, Never spent more than a day apart, You can
imagine fifty people a day,I said fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. And friends they may thinks it's a
that cuchi be a killa You can feel a order up with a nut and then bounce And have that ass comin' up shorter than a fuckin' quarter ounce... [Gangsta
