Green light, 7-Eleven You stop in for a pack of cigarettes You don't smoke, don't even want to Hey now, check your change Dressed up like a car crash
Sometimes I'm a selfish fake You're always a true friend And I don't deserve you 'Cause I'm not there for you Please forgive me again I wanna be there
Knowledge came and devastated Pressure building behind her eyes Breathing buried under the weight Will she, has she died also this day? Her death has
I will break into your thoughts With what's written on my heart I will break, break I'm so sick, infected with Where I live Let me live without this
Said the night wind to the little lamb Do you see what I see Way up in the sky, little lamb Do you see what I see A star, a star, dancing in the night
Here I stand, empty hands Wishing my wrists were bleeding To stop the pain from the beatings And here you stand, holding me Waiting for me to notice you
Please... Don't tell me any more, There's a weight in your eyes And it weighs on my heart. Where have the children gone? We were innocent once, But
All your twisted thoughts free flow To everlasting memories, show soul Kiss the stars with me and dread the wait for Stupid calls returning to us to life
this is my will to die to end this sorry mess up life to end the misery of me thats the way it needs to be it needs to end now i don't even care how
A frightened virgin teenage girl Receives a message that defies the laws of this world All she can do is weep and nod She's to bring into this world the
The question asked in order To save her life or take it The answer 'No' to avoid death The answer 'Yes' would make it, make it 'Do you believe in God
My hands are searching for you My arms are outstretched towards you I feel you on my fingertips My tongue dances behind my lips for you This fire rising
And He set me on fire, and I am burning alive With His breath in my lungs I am coming undone And he set me on fire and I am burning alive With his breath
Telling Layla's story spoken 'Bout how all her bones are broken Hammers fall on all the pieces Two months in the cover creases Fully alive, more than
I know days will come and go And baby, I'll grow old but I will die For now is it worth it to be sad? It is harder to be glad to be alive But the trouble