Feels like your life is over, Feels like no hope is gone, You kiss it all away, Maybe, Maybe. This is a second coming, This is a call to arms, You'll
Well this ain't no sideshow This is the great unknown This is the poison we take Yeah Outside the velvet rope Standing there all alone Are the grotesque
The traffic's backed up on the 405, And the smog's so thick you can cut it with a knife, But it gives me time, To think about my life, I take the 10 to
As the light, washes over the morning rise, You're still asleep, and that's all right, I can be still, cause you look so sweet, And beautiful, next to
The sun is shining, And everything's dying, Your star has burned out for good, Somewhere in Hollywood. What the hell, This ain't no way to treat the
Piles of roses at my feet, Friends and lovers gather around me, Whisper farewell one by one, Clear their conscience as they surround me. Close your eyes
Merry Christmas. That's what people say at Christmas, right? Except normally they have someone to say it to. They have friends and family, And they haven
Hey hey Well I'm a paralized soul And I don't know where to go Well I should open my eyes Yeah I should open my eyes I'm a left out only child The attention
You can't quit until you try You can't live until you die You can't learn to tell the truth Until you learn to lie You can't breathe until you choke
Where ya gonna be tomorrow? How ya gonna face the sorrow? Where ya gonna be when you die? 'Cause nothing's gonna last forever And things they change like
Paint yourself a picture Of what you wish you look like Maybe then they just like Feeling ounce of your pain Coming to focus Step out of the shadows
Don't give up, it takes a while I have seen this look before And it's alright You're not alone If you don't love this anymore I hear that you've slipped
[Verse 1] She lights a candle, but she doesn't know why. She wants to save me, but i'm barely alive. My soul is thirsty. I just wanna get high. Make her
[Spoken] When I think back on this life I guess we were doing the best we could And to look at us from the outside I'm sure it seems somewhat romantic
She was born at 6am on New Year's Day, In an alley right at the heart of where the homeless children play, And the truth is that we will never even know
When I first placed my hands on these diaries Scraps of paper, there were notes and scribbles and all kinds of shit A lot of feelings came bubbling up
[Dialtone, knocking] [Female voice:] Housekeeping... [Knocking] [Female:] Hello, housekeeping? [Tries, door, knocking] [Female:] Hello? Well you found
She speaks to me in Persian Tells me that she loves me The girl with golden eyes And though I hardly know her I let her in my veins And trust her with
