You cant tell me how to feel. And I cant tell you what is real. And I am, I am. The only one who is my friend. . We were waiting. We were waiting so high.
If its pain that youre after. If its pain that you need. Then wont you take down something for me. Before you go and bleed yourself. . Nothing in particular.
Fahoo fores, dahoo dores. Welcome Christmas, come this way. Fahoo fores, dahoo dores. Welcome Christmas, Christmas day. . Welcome, welcome fahoo ramus.
Leave a. candle by his doorstep. With a. snapshot of his face. Turn around and. take a deep breath. On the first. weekend of May. Keep a hair. strand in your pocket.
Everybody's talking about my drinking. Like everybody knows how to live my life. 'cos I can fall on the ground. And lose track of my senses. But I only lose my head when the bottle is dry.
When you wish upon a star. Don't tell him maybe. Even when all you have left. Are pretty scars. When you need a friend to talk. 'cos his love has gone too far.
I'm sick of thinking. It's late but I can't sleep. It's slowly killing me. I feel like drinking. Something to kill the pain. Some fuel to numb my brain.
Too young to remember. The horrors of war. . Drawn into the fight without. Knowing what for. . Think for yourself. Or they'll think for you. . Killing and dying.
Last night I had a dream. To tell the truth it was really a nightmare. I was buried alive. That was so sick. So damm sick. I was paralyzed. Couldn't tell if I was dead or alive.
This time you couldn't walk away from me. This time there was nowhere you could hide. This time I wanted all the answers. This time I really thought I was prepared.
Distracted flocks of thoughts swarming throughout my head. Pitiful worm cut in half till blissfully dead. You ask me all the time what I am staring at.
The heat here makes me want to leave,. Take a shot to ease the burn.. Ash the parchment memories,. 20 seconds till I turn.. . We've come this far,. Not backing down..
Contagious, like. the rhythm of a record. through my mind. Played slowly to emphasize. the condition of a dead line.. So hopeless so let the record. play on and on and on....
Call me temptress.. Call me a whore.. That's just a price tag.. I'm not for sale.. Don't be so obvious,. It's so unattractive,. You know.. . You're singing in you sleep..
I'm in line for the murder. First come fist served. You aim for across the hall, your vision blurred. is this what you want from me, to hear me scream?.
I'm in line for the murder. First come fist served. You aim for across the hall, your vision blurred. is this what you want from me, to hear me scream?.
It's only sometimes I feel this alone.. It's not the worst times that scare me the most.. Living a dream is running away from conscience. Just seconds away..
Sometimes the music fades. Sometimes we understand the trouble. Sometimes the memory. Means more to you than me. Sometimes the memory's enough. . Well I was your whippin' boy.