that you can do that's gonna ruin my night. But there's just something about this dancing dreamer and her bleeding little blue boy, licking your fingers like your done, and you've decided there is so much more than me, and baby honestly it's harder breathing next to you I shake...
...what intensity and how betful it has captured the need of struggle if life......and I can not agree with the Fletcher when he shouts ' F&%%& not my tone' and "rushing or dragging......oh so you do know the difference"..... one more " not my tone'" ;)
I'm walking down the lineThat divides me somewhere in my mindOn the border lineOf the edge and where I walk aloneRead between the linesWhat's ****** up when everything's alrightCheck my vital signsTo know I'm still alive and I walk alone
but she liesShe is hard on herselfShe is broken and won't ask for helpShe is messy, but she's kindShe is lonely most of the timeShe is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pieShe is gone, but she used to be mine
loser in love
So baby raise a glass to mend
All the broken hearts
Of all my wrecked up friends
If I promised boy to you
That I'll never talk again
And I'll never love again
I'll never write a song
Won't even sing along
I'll never love again
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you
Do you ever want to run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming
No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels...
Still trapped within my truth.
A hesitant prize fighter,
Still trapped within my youth.
Old but I'm not that old,
Young but I'm not that bold.
Many times I've been a traveler.
I looked for something new.
In days of old when nights were cold,
I wandered without you.