Three strikes, we tried. Now I'm in better hands. I know this may sound impolite. But I'm in better hands. . Knew I had to let it be. Losing your identity.
I've been walking, I've been running. To the place where the traffic goes. I've been trying, I've been flying. Down the highway of highs and lows. . And no one knows where their heart lies.
If I was a guy. I'd get to wear the pants. Making all the decisions. Asking girls to dance, yeah yeah. . If I was a guy. I'd be my biggest fan. I'd be the skinny lead singer.
Come on, pretty baby. Won't you come over. Come over here and shake that thing. . I don't wanna know ya. I just wanna show ya. How I make all the boys here sing.
I want you. When the sun comes up. I wanna make you mine. I wanna make it count. . I want you. I wanna take you home. I'm gonna make it known. I wanna take you on.
Was just about to leave the part. When this super hot thing came on up to me. He said, "I really think that you should come with me. There's something, something that you have to see".
I just brushed my teeth you know what that means. A mouth full of foam and i'm staring at me. I'm singing in your voice I've been practicing. Hoping one day to hear the real thing.
Wish I knew what I could do. To make you stay.. But I don't know what I could say.. 'cause in my mind I could erase steady lines.. And in my head I could extend my bed....
Dark bodies floating in darkness. No sign of light ever given. Imprisoned in a world without a memory. Unconscious or am I conscious?. Cut from the heart I am part of.
Dark bodies floating in darkness. No sign of light ever given. Imprisoned in a world without a memory. . Unconscious, or am I conscious?. Cut from the heart I am part of.
There is no dissension when lives have been broken. Enslaved and beaten. Lies have been spoken. Pure manipulation. Whatever soul was left has been erased.
I You said you needed me. I was looking at myself. I was blind, I could not see. A boy tries hard to be a man. His mother takes him by his hand. If he stops to think he starts to cry.
Written & composed by Phil Wilde, Andy Janssens, Kate Ryan & Steven Tracey. . Every day I think about you. You're every ray of light that shines. . You're in my dreams.
Who are we as humans? Will we make it through this?. Questioning existence, we participate in acts of blindness. Using and abusing, always self-excusing.
Sitting here staring at my blood-covered hands. Thinking of nothing but what I've seen. . So I went out again, tried to forget for an instant. Grabbed my victim, my work was about to begin.
When I walk the streets. People point at me. Their kids, they don't play with mine. . 'Cause I'm positive, positive, AIDS-positive. . Help me, I'm positive, please help.
I love livin' in the city. I love livin' in the city. . My house smells just like the zoo. It's chock, full of shit and puke. Cockroaches on the walls.
Down over South Street Philadelphia. Out from Avenue C. I seen it in the eyes. It was ready to freeze. From the valley hotel. . I don't care about you.
J'ai besoin de toi comme d'une infirmière. Quand je me demande ce que je fous ici. Et que je colle ma tête pendant. Des heures sur l'oreiller. Tétanisé, assommé, incapable de rien.