t love you like she does, but still she bows her head and prays that you forgive me. So what does that make me? The unloving, ungrateful son of a saint? What if that makes
away, and there?s nothing that we can say. You?re leaving me and I realize this, hell has an address and I?m standing on its doorstep. And later on
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
my wits about me I?m writing the letters on the wall to remind myself to get back up every time I fall. And maybe just wading will save me, and maybe
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
their concern, and keep their mouths shut while they watch you come unglued. ?You are their oldest son! They raised you better to be healthy and strong
too 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
and sweet. Miserable but pleasantly upbeat and this is how it went: Alison I know this world is killing one of us but that could never change the way you smile Whoa and
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
I never thought it could be so hard We knew the words but who knew they'd reach so far Now we watch as the pages turn and chapters end to tear a childhood
head So what cha gonna do Floyd? I've got to know Got to know what you're going to do, yeah What cha gonna do? What cha gonna do? What cha gonna do Floyd? Do
goin' off to deep end But now we got a chance, my friend To mend, and make the colors blend Let's all go out on a picnic, kick shit And squash all the
said: "Mama, less you wouldn't strike back" mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to hell They started it, there's no way to mend it, we'll
wanna try, if you wanna try There's no worse you could do, oh oh oh I know you lie , all you do is make me cry And that is worse, that ain't true Can
I bust the windows out your car And no, it didn't mend my broken heart I'll probably always have these ugly scars But right now I don't care about that
I?m sexy, huh? I?m international Think you can make me fall? What do you know? (What do you know?) I?m in my Louis Vuitton?s, Flyin' like a bomb, And
kisses and lies So goodbye But please don't take my heart You are far, I'm never gonna be your star I'll pick up the pieces and mend my heart Maybe I
. Popiel, Mr. Popiel. Mr. Popiel, Mr. Popiel. Mr. Popiel, Mr. Popiel. Mr. Popiel, Mr. Popiel. Make me buy a Garden Weasel! Make me buy a Bamboo Steamer! Make