And the story goes like this: everything went numb for the money and the guns and everytime he'd think it out: "there's nothing to worry about get in
And it's too late to leave this life behind everybody's speaking using words they can't define and it's not my choice but i embrace it nonetheless you
How did Camus really die that night? Were they right? When he died was it really his time? Or was it suicide? And Holden Caufield is a friend of mine
A moment of silence, please, for those who never get the chance They show up to the party, but they're never asked to dance The losers, the liars, the
It doesn't really matter if you lead or follow everybody's laughing like there's no tomorrow and even if there was, would you still go following your
did lose a battle, but I'm feeling further from the end of war. Deplored, ignored, and rarely ever self assured. Why does it seem the ones who have everything
Why do you cry when you know how the story ends? How can you laugh when you know that it hurts your friends? We've all been there once, but you never
said it's easy but in the end you'll have no choice and you know that's only just the way it goes You said it right man, That is just the way it goes
You say you've got the cure but i don't have a disease and you say you've got the answers but i've made no inquiries and you're failing bailing good
rise to our feet again we'll be on our own everything we built (it's gone) and every one around (is stunned) we just sit here staring blankly and everything goes numb
don't take your life because it's all that you've got you'd be better off just up and leaving if you don't think they will stop and when you wake up everything
i was hoping one of us would pass away because it'd be much easier then we would all get together and think about when we were young we were dumb we were numb
