I've got something to say about the state of union today it's not a union, sometimes i wonder if it ever was United states, united people, is it all just
She said, "Face your fears and come with me Take a chance and take my hand So you can see everything you know you'll never have Everything you know you
I'm not racist i hate everyone and yes, i hate you. I hate cops, authority figures, parents, teachers too. i hate cabbage & brussel sprouts. i hate things
For too long I played it safe. Did everything that you wanted me to do for you. I held my tongue and closed my eyes, did everything that a good boy is
i need help i cant leave i cant breathe. i see my way out but I'm in too deep to care. emotionless, i feel myself about to break. self-destruction, self
A missing child, a mother too weak to stand She cries her world turned upside down she sobs "Where is my baby? A victim of apathy No one regrets, no
What you think doesn't fucking matter to me I like my life run by me, it's gonna be I might decide to change my ways Or I might decide to ruin your day
i hear the word opportunity so many times I'm not sure what it means to me all importance lost in a definition that's been spread to the masses by the
26 and Paul wants a great life, a good paying job, a nice house, a kid, a pretty wife. he can't hold a job, he never has & knows he never will, he plays
One in ten can't please me. This time is our time to speak freely. The blur is gone, you start leaving. Too real, too fast at this moment. I recognize
you can't find it, but i know you will, it hurts me & kills me to feel your hell you find comfort that you'd like to share you find you're not alone and
Connotation, a word, a phrase, my crime You can kiss my connotation A word, a phrase, my crime Free to speak my mind They find you face down And they
A great expanse where a way of life is lost. Spare no expense, tear down the wall at all cost. Learn from and embrace the past. There's a struggle that
All the things that we've come to love, all the lessons learned, all the stories of a better life and a future that were never true. I guess your plots
Every time you blink, every time you drink Every time you sleep, I'm alive and well Every time you're weak. In the corner of your eye, in the back of
Could it be, is this the end? I've seen it coming from a far and I welcome it like a friend A lost love, like a bright light The direction I'm lacking
i guess I'm wasting my time trying to tell you how i feel, or maybe asking you how you see us, I'm confused but i know what i mean i can never say it,
It seems like I've been here one thousand times before One thousand times everyday and I still beg for more Not far from here I'll find myself But time
