the second row. With my eyes on the stage, I?ll forget about the age old problems. Though we've had some luck, it hasn't been that tough, thriving or at least surviving growing up. With
on, you want it back. Do you think, do you know, what you did that made me so, beaten and broken, beaten and broken? Those nights spent lying in my bed. With
. You?ve been targeted and now you?re caught in the cross fire. Between, fact and fiction. They stand on the funeral pyre. As their, world collapses they stand firm with
Cut me, and I?ll bleed red. Cut you, and you?ll be dead. So step back one more step and take back what you said, and hold on to your tongue. Watch
Would you die, for a little bit of fame? Would you change if they all knew your name? Well the thought is quite alluring, be careful what you wish for
I knew that, you knew that. Listen to the radio. Where did all of those songs go? The ones I can relate. When I hear song after song they always seem