I took my time. Learning my lines. Trying to sort it out. This life that I lead. Has trapped my naive. I wanna scream out loud. Leave the past behind.
I know about you. But you don't really know about me yet. Been afraid to let you. Get closer than I want you to get. . But I think I'm ready so I hope you're ready.
We live for the greater, We live for the good. At least that's what I thought, She understood. So why then the phone call, The torrent of words. That dismissed the past decades, And deemed them absurd?.
"Stand firm faithful and true". . Chorus: 4X. You got to stand firm. Faithful and true. For Jesus to do what he said he'd do. . Peter lost his faith on the.
Sitting pretty is all I've ever seen her do. I know you're witty, much too smart to fall for it too. but baby, baby, do you ever compromise?. When you're staring to the emptiness inside.
I know how this song ends.. There's a story of a boy and girl.. Spun, unlikely in a lover's whirl.. Spoke in whispers across many miles.. Spoke in writing drenched with giddy smiles..
You want my attention but you don't want me.. Just keep me on the back-burner, let's wait and see.. Fill me with riddles, then you chase me down. but when I come to town you say, 'See you around'..
Do you remember the first time. The day you came into my life. Do you remember the first time. We danced together all night. . I wanna be with you everyday.
I'll shit on you, da da da da. I'll shit on you, da da da da. I'll shit on you, da da da da. I'll shit on you, da da da da. . I'll shit on you, I will shit.
My shadow pulled me up the stairs. To a room thats filled with tired air. And I watched you sleep cause no one else cared. All alone I sit and wait. for the anesthetic in my veins.
[Mitchel]. Mic Check 1,2,1,2, alright, it's workin'.. Yo! Welcome to the best collaboration of all. time, and the names, Emily Osment, Mitchel Musso, NBC on the track, word!.
Little short skirt. With a big attitude. She wants to be a model. Wants to be on the tube, yeah. . It's one thing or another. She's a trouble, trouble.
I dont think about it, I dont think about it. . Misunderstood, everybody feels that way sometimes, oh oh oh oh. I wish I could fit in with all the rest but I, oh oh oh.
Oh, sweetheart, put the bottle down. You've got too much talent. I see you through those bloodshot eyes. There's a cure, you've found it. Slow motion, sparks.
I've been thinkin'. For way too long. Askin' myself. Is lovin' you so wrong. My mind's heavy workin'. Cause my heart needs a rest. And if my grip keeps slippin'.
Intro:. . Here I am. Playing a song just for a while. And baby this is for you. . Don't you know. You're the reason why. All my dreams come true. . Refrain1:.
"Not just any insane asylum," she exclaimed indignantly, as though I had offended her. "Though you certainly do not deserve it, you are a very lucky girl indeed, for you have been assigned a bed in the most progressively innovative, the most morally experimental, the most, ah, the most ingeniously directed medical institution for the mentally ill, lead by my own dear son, Dr. Montmorency Stockhill. You, unworthy child, are now an inmate of The Asylum For Wayward Victorian-".
in the lake. you will find me. behind your house. behind your house. and from that lake. i will remind you. of your promises broken. your cruel words spoken.