a fucking thing I've dared to dream I've tried to live, but I've played it safe again Just another slave to my vices now, Bring out your dead Voices
anything. Cause yesterday I gave everything now I want somethin' back Wanna end it all, wanna save the world, wanna take what was never mine. I wanna shout it all out
God I got a letter in the mail that said register with us or you're gonna go to jail you'll be put inside a cage, then forced to enlist. Well I laughed out
me life is pain I forgot a long time ago, but everyday I'm reminded of the way You put me down, the way you put me out, the way you torched my fucking
Two silhouettes stand tall against a gray November sky Utopian suburban teenage wasteland blues. You turn to me and sigh, the boredom Growin' in your
She's a big girl and she knows just what she wants She's gonna get her shit together, gonna get out of Hollywood Daddy's little angel won't be commin'
A family man in the midst of a total breakdown seeks refuge inebriated state As he thinks to himself how did life pass me by - somewhere down The line
I lie awake again no sleep tonight, I find no peace in the quiet absence of the light A million whispered thoughts floatin' through my head A million
Tell me what you want from me, cause I don't know exactly what you want me to be There's no place left for me to go now so why don't you come kick me
anything. Cause yesterday I gave everything Now I want somethin' back Wanna end it all, wanna save the world. Wanna take what was never mine. I wanna shout it all out
feel a fucking thing I've dared to dream I've tried to live But I've played it safe again Just another slave to my vices now Bring out your dead Voices
God I got a letter in the mail that Said register with us or you're Gonna go to jail You'll be put inside a cage, then Forced to enlist Well I laughed out
tell me life is pain I forgot a long time ago, but Everyday I'm reminded of the way You put me down, the way you Put me out, the way you torched My fucking
She's a big girl and she know Just what she wants She's gonna get her shit together gonna get out of Hollywood Daddy's little angel won't be commin'
Hey tired man I see you walk alone. The wrinkles on you face, a map Of all your pain Your expression becomes an open book Of time, filled with pages
Two silhouettes stand tall against A gray November sky Utopian suburban teenage wasteland blues. You turn to me and sigh, the boredom Growin' in your
A family man in the midst of A total breakdown Seeks refuge inebriated state As he thinks to himself how did Life pass me by - somewhere down The line
Time it makes you old, experience Makes you wise. And it's only a fool who judges life by What he sees in other people's eyes. The decisions that you