They tell me life's a game and I've been playing it for many years. With no luck with no fate, and without too many tears. She stole my heart and that's what really hurt, one day at a time..
Why don't you ever feel the way I feel. What makes your silly dreams so real. You stare into the stars at night,do you see some kind of hope in sight. I shuffle my feet when I walk and I frown when I talk, but you dance in the street and skip to a beat in your head..
Things been different lately Times aren't what they used to be Sending people off to fight I doubt this wrong will make it right. There's children in the rain Hoping the cold will numb their pain Slow motion in the night What a treacherous sight Their heads are in the clouds If they think they can turn it around I'd say this is a fall from grace.
If I were a dreamer I would have my way Off to the gardened every day we would play Intoxicated by the flowers in blume We'd steal away and get us a room where I can take you theres so much left to show you my head is spinning with all these things we keep in.
I constantly remind myself of who I really am and this conscience that I have is not my own I share it with a multitude though they may not agree greater things exist out there and I know it isn't me.
I'm out on my own, aways thinking about you Such a heavy low I know I'll never be anyone with out you I just gotta get back. And I laugh out loud, thinking you can hear But when I look around.
Turn it up. Ooo. . Verse 1:. Its Friday night. and I had a long week. My boy hit me up. Said theres a party lets reach. So we went out to the club. Rolling VIP.
All your friends,. are gonna tell you you'll be fine,. the only trick to this is time,. you'll meet someone new,. . but me,. I've been where you are now,.
Change your hair,. Change the colors running deep from some shade of faded auburn.. And you're there,. But you're not exactly the same person I remember you'll be gone..
She's a good girl but she fiends like an addict,. I'm the right guy to relieve all the static,. that lays beside her lips, that I've called home,. . She's a good girl but that wouldn't matter,.
This is the summer so far.. One bad move and boom you're gone,. just one more time for the voice of reason.. I bet the summer so far,. is just you around my neck..
I'm waiting on the same ole train,. to take me back home to you again.. She hopped on board, we shuffled by,. and in the dark caught my eye,. and it was love..
We wandered onto the pier around midnight,. Yeah seemed innocent to me,. but you held my hand and made things different,. is different to you what it is to me?.
Lyman's hut is just on the other side of the city,. where there are no roads so there's no way to leave.. Silent dust on the hand rails settled there,.
Indianapolis, April 12,. Grew up by a race track one hell of a view,. his father had jokes but man he had some too,. "Daddy", he told him, "I wanna grow up just like you"..
I remember the first time that I thought of you.. Where I was, the walls, the clock she said 11:06,. I can't really remember who I was talking to,. All I know is it hit me like a ton of bricks,.
Wake up sometime around noon.. Get your things together,. I hope I get there soon.. And while you're getting on your plane,. maybe I'll be waking up,.
The fairgound is empty,. and cold grow your town,. hearts are a tad weaker,. just as the circus lights go down.. . Don't count on your street lamp,. and the radio plays,.
There's pieces of red ember,. carelessly strewn around.. In an arbitrary form she moves her pretty body,. across this once cold ground.. . A bit history was written,.