What's the point of living, when it's living just for the sake of dying? Empty handed we come and empty handed we go. Still, richer is a newborn child
Twenty years Oh, Twenty years Dead(?) When whatever I could do to change the past Won't change the past The sky is clearing up But, somehow, I'm still
How can it come to, How can it come to this How can I let this happen All this will be, This will be the end of me This will be the end The end of me
from a split tongue. We are going to bed knowing that this will be another sleepless night. And you've played all your cards, Now it's time for us to
Pretending, Oh pretending! I'm the king of pretending that I love being the king of me. Oh my hollow heart what is this all worth? What am I really worth
All to often I am keeping my mouth shut I'm holding back What's inside I'm holding back What's inside of me 'Cause if you only knew Proud I am of you
Hungry, thirsty, a neverending ache for "la dolce vita" But we're putting gold in thorned bags. Oh, honey is your hair really worth more than your heart
It's all me, all me around me, It's all me, all me inside of me. Is this really what you want? Is this really who you need me to be? Oh my God how shallow
