I've been thrown and left for dead It's not for you it's been said My future is dying, my family crying And only myself, I am lying Scared alone, tired
words just off key? If there?s a note that you ever felt, would you have the heart to tell me? Let?s pretend it?s all about time and not the look in our
John driving down 87, no looking back the CD's playing The music's good and I'm alright and if its great it's a good life Changing lanes lets make it
withstand what it's about to take,for a life I want, a death I love and the story in between. Oh my God, What's it worth? Everything She said ?That's
to the floor) Watch... There's something wrong with me, yea desperately wrong Sirens set go, burning in concrete and I didn't even pray for her Where's my heart? Where's
heart where you'll always be My girlfriend will call me and see if I'm alright And we'll talk for hours all through the night If there's one thing I
'll never do it again well these sheets are so strangling Stitching me to her threads Take your licorice lips and kiss me where I stand Because I don't know what's
译文: 达利的乱子. 亲爱的艾娃.
There's nothing wrong with a little heart on the sleeve. I'll hold this till eternity But you destroy the canvas that make's you beautiful Side to angels
can withstand what it's about to take,for a life I want, a death I love and the story in between. Oh my God, What's it worth? Everything She said ?That's
Thank God that you're dancing with me. Take my hand just grab carefully you're a pretty flower with a seed of destruction; I'm a rib cage with a heart
I'll never do it again well these sheets are so strangling Stitching me to her threads Take your licorice lips and kiss me where I stand Because I don't know what's
no one ,only myself and it's my job to keep others down. I don't know when to stop, I hurt my friends and everything is o.k You're always right and never wrong
and it all broke with you Your face breaks like holograms in December (December) December has gone....away December has gone....away December has gone....away December has gone
It's not the sex but the relation that ships through ocean. I'm the raft that floats your safety. My skin has trouble holding its own skeleton One interruption
your best dress. I know things are always easier when said But a little hate goes a long way when it's kept. I feel so right, I feel so wrong, I feel
other. Save me the improvisation of the morning There's only eight hours left. This Sunday there's a week to take pictures and run the frames through next week's