you prize, Your demise... Is such the pill to swallow Echoed, your words ring hollow, still You muster up some more lies So hard to realize your
'm a waste of time And there's your life, It's different from us You seem to have it in your head that your above. (us all?) [x2] FIRST BLOOD BIT BEATDOWN
So go ahead and tell me I can see it on your lips You've always burned by the warmth from us all And now your shoulders chipped. Spit your rage, speak your
So this is the song I write for everyone who I never forgot. The kids we used to be are all dead, gone and forgotten. Black eyed boys and bright eyed
The beat went on and I just stopped, My hands are tied but my heart was not. You let go of me, to hold on to better things. In a world of Someones, I
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My brown eyed girl, all alone. You've been so low, all alone. I would like to know you, Rather than have known you, But I really fucked it up this time
When memories are all you have, all you really have is nothing. Hanging on to "how it used to be" and "better days". How can you say that was it, I'm
think the world owes you; You say you sing the blues, but you've never stepped foot in my shoes. I've never been so blunt but Fuck You. Petty words are all your
? Being so scared feels so fucking perfect. Breathe in, breathe out, keep your heart on your sleeve, Every day wanting to give up on the world, Living your
everyone in your path so this ones for you now that i've come not to care its true your going nowhere and maybe your safe at home but your empty forgotten
the popularity they might gain. False praise and fake smiles. You watch from your closet, your clothes so tight, And the girl on your arm is just for
's coming back cos we Watch every step that your fucking taking Its clear to us that your fucking faking You know its your mistake If you think its only friendship your
Home is where the heart is, but my address is in my suitcase. I carry my world in my hands around this world we live in. I'm letting go of everything
With all our hearts, we write this for ourselves, For anyone who cares and anyone who listens...
didnt make them iwouldnt be where i stand now you can act so fucking righteous but you wont ever learn until you fucking burn at least once or twice in your
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