: It's all backward. It's all bad word. Said to me by you. How you misunderstand. All, wrapped up, in yourself. Fall, who will pick you up Walking backward
: Kid, picked on, love, blinds him, found, his own girlfriend. It's all he could ask for. He doesn't need, his hands, tied up, to persuade, this kid
: I know just what your thinking. You want someone to blame. I know you well a?cause, I always feel the same. We always look behind. We always look
: I was so sincere. I see more clearly now. I, trust new friends just like, I can throw them. Fading traces of a, future leader. A summer squatting,
: A trap to fall, fall into easy, believe in what you look like, outside. A stain you can't remove. A stain that keeps you from that place, where you
: I am the son, and, the heir. Of a shyness that was criminally vulgar. Son, and heir. Of nothing in particular. Oh, shut your mouth. How can you say
: So this is what's in store. It doesn't hurt to try. There is no pain in death, it only hurts to die. The cut that stings. Look before you leap. All
: Inequity solace, in your driven sate. Seize your right to earn the same. She wants it. How long must we wait, before they take our side? Sordid Practice
: If, you turn, turn away, I, can pretend, that you'll stay. If you want it. If, you, want, I will. Torn, in two, torn away. I, could not look. I wish
: Meant to refuse but just smashed the whole gate down Tried for the truth bu just lied when it really counted Anywhere, that you're going Anytime,
: It's built, up inside. You're on, the verge of exploding. Self less, enough to say. I meant what I said, and I'm not even sorry. What is to get? It
: I, said, Why do I always have to spell it out for you? Our story is always changing. We change it to hide the pain. And when the truth rears, its ugly
: Waist down, deep tied, now it's chest high. Pressure pours down from the top down, all sides. Something seeps down, inside, you can't suppress when
: Turn your face down, it's your chance to meet the man. When you saw that, tha' nightstick hit his head. Saw it fall, on his skull, you heard the sound
: Thorn in, my side. And you live just to pull me down. Rusted, nail I stepped on. This infection. Thorn in my side. You're full, I think so, of anger
: Give someone some piece of your mind. Shine it, shine what you've been assigned. Has your identity sold out? Sit in the back and make no sound, this
: I'm on the inside, I'm on your side, And each thought stings. I can't think straight. It's overflowing. It's overflowing. It's coming down. It's overflowing
: It's a cinch, to, pass the time with you, but hard to pass the time alone, can you take it. And it's true, true, the couple next to you think you look
