Every time I look in his face I can?t stop thinking of horrible waste Cause things aren?t always how they appear And he?s not the same person as he was
All the nights I sit at home I wonder where the day has gone How'd the days pass me by And why do I feel so bored Wonder how I spend my time Seeing no
What you gonna do when they call you a bum? Say, what you gonna do when it's time to grow up and what you gonna do you're gonna be an adult. I don't
never let me feel pain Cause they no how my brain scatters Whenever I see gray matter I cant play the game today Cause my head is full of gray Gray matter
he as you are he as you are me and we are all together. See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly. I'm crying. Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for
Saturday night I could get stoned but I don?t feel right There's nothing wrong with me it must be all of you Cause I'm feeling rejected no matter what
Wake up this morning Gotta wake up fast Gotta get to school I need a caffeine blast Coffee wont do it I need something more I need an artificial pickup
It must be me but thing feel right Nothing really left but the empty hours Day to night Your only here to fill a void Cause sometimes I need to be captivated
I waste my days That I?m no work and only play Said there's something wrong with my head But I didn?t listen to a word they said Went to a shrink for
Seeing things in retrospect Is something I can never do cause Images grow dark with age And make me wish for something new I can?t believe I've been
can do anything Said she'd be there forever, no matter what's the weather She'd always have my back even when we weren't together and I took her for granted, thought
: I?m looking for the upsides to these panic-attack nights where I?m staying in eating take-out food by TV light I?m trying to play the b-side to this
chills Your wife hired some hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will Money fund drill Booby trapped perhaps Left his food for the rats Now... [
get chills Your wife hired some hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will Money fund drill Booby trapped perhaps Left his food for the rats
I can do anything Said she'd be there forever, no matter what's the weather She'd always have my back even when we weren't together and I took her for granted, thought
] Even though they hate 'em Even though when a nigga try ta' make a come up It's anotha' nigga waitin' jus' ta' run up Though they sellin' rocks for shorts
I?m looking for the upsides to these panic-attack nights where I?m staying in eating take-out food by TV light I?m trying to play the b-side to this awkward
