It's Been Many Years. So Much Has Changed. It's Not The Same. I'm So Full Of Pain. By The Things That I've Seen. But Who Can I Blame. (Pre-Chorus). See, The Road That Were On.
VERSE. Hell ain't got no fury. That can match your kind of scorn. You've got a lot of people. Sorta sorry you were born. . VERSE. The way you treated Jim . . . yeah.
Oh, the moon lights so bright makes me lonely tonight. Everything seems to make me feel blue here. I'm down hearted now I'm lonesome somehow. 'Cause you are proving untrue.
Who'll watch the sunset, baby. Who'll find the time. I might on Sunday but I. might find that I'm. Still stuck in this week's work or. glued to my phone.
Baby, it's a dream come true. Walking right along side of you. Wish i could tell ya how much i care. But i only have the nerve to stare...... . I can feel a new expression on my face.
Down comes the pounding rain. And dark are the skies up above me. But you'll be mine when the sun shines. Racing to catch late trains. And waiting while crowds push and shove me.
The path of least resistance, it is often taken but. The path of least resistance often ain't much but a rut. You rarely get a second chance to make a first impression.
What kinda guy am I really am?. I love some turkey but I don't eat lamb. No sweet potato but I do like ham. What kinda guy am I really am?. . What kinda guy am I really I?.
Wait till the snow falls down on the doorstep. Wait till the branches make cracks on the sky. Wind at your window, screams while you sleepy. You live near your fire as the winter blows by.
I didn't question I didn't know. As far as I'd seen life was endless. When I realized I had to let go. We are mere mortals as to the rest. . It's not eternal, imperishable.
All this violence is puzzling. Maybe the law should intervene. All this violence is threatening. Hate is in need of censoring. . Ban hate and violence for our convenience.
Je n'cris pas. Je n'cris pas. Non je n'cris pas. Pour perdre mon temps. On n'cris pas. Je perd mon temps. . translation. I do not write. I do not write.
Close the mockers world, planets in the same room. Sentimental girls, all of which had fame too. Already gone, oh but they cant leave you. Fight their clinging on, fight but they cant be you.
Well, it's Saturday night and you know what that means. It's time for laps that's right start to rev those machines. You may think we're crazy driving round and round.
I'd like to find out where my time all seemed to go. I got wasted. Honestly, does it hurt to have a little bit more honesty?. Cause I'm not the only one thats here tonight.
Is was the day that it hit me. Fell down on my face. And all my friends tried to tell me. That in so many ways. . And I still have a conscience. And I do speak my mind.
Well, it's sunrise on the freeway as I get back from town. Find you standin' in my boots, kickin' my dog around. Oh, empty bottles on the floor, enough to build a monument.
Francen-Porter. . Ahh saw me walkin the other day. he saw me comin said get outta my way. He told me that I was in the wrong groove. He told me that I would have to move.
A ring on every finger, a girl on every arm. He drove his brand new Jaguar while talking on the telephone. He hung it up and said to me as he lit a cigarette.
What ever happen to make you believe,. that you don't love me anymore. Was it something I said. maybe something I couldn't be... That you just simply closet he door.