It was "us" and "them" we thought And they had all been strictly taught Just how to look and what to say We used to look at them and laugh Pretending
In the city my mind's a mess. No room to think, too fucking stressed. It's hard to stop when you're obsessed. Careful what I say, everyone's So quick
Why do words like "love" and actions of affection Get taken as a threat or promise of devotion Instead of just accepted for the beauty that they have
We've been blessed with this planet that Makes us look so inferior. But there was no Strict order here so it made us feel unsure. And someone thought
You're just a fucked up kid and no one ever Gives you a break, just a fucked up kid but How much more can you take of the constant Rejection looking
All my life I've been taught how to think And feel. Had preconceived ideas before Experiencing anything for real. My parents, Schools, and peers made
Walking in the shadows of The buildings in the city Through reflective windows I Can't see anybody. The businessmen wear sunglasses To cover up their
Look at you so scared to grow up - and you Know that I'm scared too - but I know I've Got to move on 'cuz I can't stay stagnant Like you. So I'll try
I can't take you home with me Too bad 'cuz it's so hard to be In love with no place to go. You've got no home except this place you come Surviving selling
I am just a parasite - a rancid creature of the night- with eyes that never see the light Of day. Papers blow over empty streets- People inside houses
She told me she'd rather be lonely, something About living with pain. She was tired of Losing, never gaining. Love once fun was Now just draining. "
You left sometime ago - and now I just don't know. Bur for right now, I know there ain't no way And it seems to me that you seem to be A million miles
Wake up in the morning, smoke that cigarette, yum! Wake up in the morning, drink that cup of coffee, yum! Turn on early morning news, stories about children
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You need somebody to be with to feel complete. So you look for what you need in everyone you meet. Loneliness fuels your insecurities, and you think "
Can you feel that? Sitting in my room, I've got nothing to do So I waste my time, and I fuck up my mind She said "Can you feel that? It's a baby." She
