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The Wrong Fit:
High hopes turn to devastation, forever turns to just a year. no one has any appreciation for anyone anywhere around here. we're just weirdos and freaks, from wherever we're from, we hate making fun of geeks cuz they're our friends/*when we were younger, it was better. remember good good times? running away.. gets worse y year, but it gets better when we're all together. when we're all here*/we're all ready to go tonite, forever started right where we are. so we can leave it it's alright. forever never got too far/*/it's one thing to agree on. ups and downs turns and frowns. i never meant to write a song about a life that's like a crown that just won't fit. can't make it fit. i'll never fit. i dont really want to. but i'll never fit. i can't do it.
For My Own Sake:
I'd miss talking to you if i was in my right mind; guess i'm not. it's too late, it's been too late for too long all along. it was too late. get this off my plate/*i am so lost i wish i could take a walk. i am so tossed i wish i could take a break, for my own sake. for once. for my own sake*/ i'd miss how i am around you if i was around you; guess i'm not. it's too fake. it's been too fake for so long..just go along. all along it is too fake. there's nothing more to say/*/He exists..because He does, and i don't know why right now. i know He's here, for all along. when i'm late and fake and when i'm wrong. i care, so take care.
Unpretty:
whoa whoa, wait. whoa whoa, wait. whoa whoa, wait. dont hate me just because i dont love. dont hate me just cuz i dont love/*you flinging stuff at me, hit me with your backpack things, laugh at my friends, give your own friends the look like 'they have no looks' whoa, He must not be your God. am i the only one who doesn't think pointing fingers is fun?*/what i think doesn't matter. so your car is phatter, and your hair goes Great with all your Hate, must be Fate, got you a place in so-ci-et-y. i think that has the
word "social" in it. can't be good, can't be good, no, no/*/you like my style til i wear a shirt that shows what i live for, what i believe, consider me "unflirty". i don't think calling that girl "dirty" is pretty character. you think that just cuz your face is nice, OK? your tongue is really ugly. everything's gotta be pretty to be pretty, you're unpretty. sorry to break it to you.
Not All Girls:
There's been a mistake, the stereo type type. the word 'girl' holds some vision for everyone. sick of this hype. i dont know how many times i have to say we're all different in every different way. sometimes you're wrong/*Not all girls only want money. not all girls will take any guy with a nice car. some girls laugh at stuff that isn't funny, just like some guys. some of us just wanna have fun, some of us don't wanna hurt anyone. some of us want a guy with a personality and nothing else is fine*/i know i'd be fine with a guy who has nothing. i dont want him to give me a line, i just want his smile. i want someone who has fears like 'will i ever fall in love?' everybody's gonna change over the years. some of us don't like wearing seran-wrap more than anyone else/*/ we don't all want to 'catfight' we just want someone who's right. isn't that what most people want? girls aren't just 'girls'. they're themselves, individuals, too. there'll always be some stereotype. dont make it you..
Project: Today:

Did you ever notice, how money is more important than lives, girlfriends are more important than wives. we put things in the sky, and they fall down, and we wonder why. we're just running around/*don't walk outside your door, it's a jungle out there, don't walk outside your door, they'll take you and they won't even care.*/ we made the weapons that we're killing ourselves with. we're afraid of change, but we still

want it. just trying for the impossible, making sure all bridges are crossable. everything can be repaired. not everything should be shared, yeh/*/ so if i make it through the outside, am i still safe on the inside? does this show we have too much pride? if it doesn't i have nothing left to hide. i'll go away.
Draw The Line:
This is living, taking time to do what's right. all i have in my pocket is a dime, all i have in my life is endless nights but i have gotten to where i am, i have been able to stand so far and that's where we are/* Feel the wind, hear the wave, the silence, where the ocean is a grave. there are tragedies and felonies in humanity and we just keep on moving on and if we don't get another chance, that's fine. we don't need another chance to draw the line*/ this is dying, wasting time, doing what's wrong. all i have in my pocket is a gun. all i have in my life is some fake fun. but i have gotten to where i am even tho i can't even stand. so far, that's where we are /*/ I feel so secure. i'm not even sure where i live but that's cool. at least some people think. i dont think i think much anymore. i've gotten mean and nasty and what am i living for again? i have to take out my pen and write a song and leave it here where someone will find it maybe turn it in and make it big. and i'll lose some guilt. i'm 4 feet under, they're making me dig. now i never meant to. i was so happy. i never meant to cheat or steal or lie. i thought i would be happy.
Definitions:
Turned around, great life got unwound. can you describe yourself if you were put in a dictionary? you can't. it's scary...suddenly punk is popular. isn't that strange? /* there's no definition, there's no real conviction, you just want to fit in in whatever way you can*/ but you can't you are you i'm telling you. punk, pop, rock, what is it? you can't put people in categories. we aren't all the same. we don't all play the same game. sin's popular..isn't that strange? /*/ it's not the "scene" that's in. it's the person. personality still exists. isn't that strange? i had to tell you this...
What Do You Need?:
Would you like my eyes to see, my hears to hear, to tell you if you're good enough for everybody else to see and everybody else to hear? even tho i say the same thing every time, please this time don't start to cry /*Here, do you want this blanket? do you want my hand? my shoulder's free and so is my knee and there's a smile just waiting to show. you dont have to tell me everything you know, just everything you need*/ well, you did it right again. i saw your smile, i saw it all begin. you know I'll be there after, telling you you did just fine. even when you say you didn't, while you know you did. things aren't always this great. i'm waiting, i'll anticipate a bad day again..but the offer still stands../*/ so what do you need this time? what do you need? what will you choose this time? what do you need?

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The Wrong Fit:
High hopes turn to devastation, forever turns to just a year. no one has any appreciation for anyone anywhere around here. we're just weirdos and freaks, from wherever we're from, we hate making fun of geeks cuz they're our friends/*when we were younger, it was better. remember good good times? running away.. gets worse every year, but it gets better when we're all together. when we're all here*/we're all ready to go tonite, forever started right where we are. so we can leave it it's alright. forever never got too far/*/it's one thing to agree on. ups and downs turns and frowns. i never meant to write a song about a life that's like a crown that just won't fit. can't make it fit. i'll never fit. i dont really want to. but i'll never fit. i can't do it.
For My Own Sake:
I'd miss talking to you if i was in my right mind; guess i'm not. it's too late, it's been too late for too long all along. it was too late. get this off my plate/*i am so lost i wish i could take a walk. i am so tossed i wish i could take a break, for my own sake. for once. for my own sake*/ i'd miss how i am around you if i was around you; guess i'm not. it's too fake. it's been too fake for so long..just go along. all along it is too fake. there's nothing more to say/*/He exists..because He does, and i don't know why right now. i know He's here, for all along. when i'm late and fake and when i'm wrong. i care, so take care.
Unpretty:
whoa whoa, wait. whoa whoa, wait. whoa whoa, wait. dont hate me just because i dont love. dont hate me just cuz i dont love/*you flinging stuff at me, hit me with your backpack things, laugh at my friends, give your own friends the look like 'they have no looks' whoa, He must not be your God. am I the only one who doesn't think pointing fingers is fun?*/what i think doesn't matter. so your car is phatter, and your hair goes Great with all your Hate, must be Fate, got you a place in so-ci-et-y. I think that has the
word "social" in it. can't be good, can't be good, no, no/*/you like my style til i wear a shirt that shows what i live for, what i believe, consider me "unflirty". i don't think calling that girl "dirty" is pretty character. you think that just cuz your face is nice, OK? your tongue is really ugly. everything's gotta be pretty to be pretty, you're unpretty. sorry to break it to you.
Not All Girls:
There's been a mistake, the stereo type type. the word 'girl' holds some vision for everyone. sick of this hype. i dont know how many times i have to say we're all different in every different way. sometimes you're wrong/*Not all girls only want money. not all girls will take any guy with a nice car. some girls laugh at stuff that isn't funny, just like some guys. some of us just wanna have fun, some of us don't wanna hurt anyone. some of us want a guy with a personality and nothing else is fine*/i know i'd be fine with a guy who has nothing. i dont want him to give me a line, i just want his smile. i want someone who has fears like 'will i ever fall in love?' everybody's gonna change over the years. some of us don't like wearing seran-wrap more than anyone else/*/ we don't all want to 'catfight' we just want someone who's right. isn't that what most people want? girls aren't just 'girls'. they're themselves, individuals, too. there'll always be some stereotype. dont make it you..

Project: Today:

Did you ever notice, how money is more important than lives, girlfriends are more important than wives. we put things in the sky, and they fall down, and we wonder why. we're just running around/*don't walk outside your door, it's a jungle out there, don't walk outside your door, they'll take you and they won't even care.*/ we made the weapons that we're killing ourselves with. we're afraid of change, but we still

want it. just trying for the impossible, making sure all bridges are crossable. everything can be repaired. not everything should be shared, yeh/*/ so if i make it through the outside, am i still safe on the inside? does this show we have too much pride? if it doesn't i have nothing left to hide. i'll go away.
Draw The Line:
This is living, taking time to do what's right. all i have in my pocket is a dime, all i have in my life is endless nights but i have gotten to where i am, i have been able to stand so far and that's where we are/* Feel the wind, hear the wave, the silence, where the ocean is a grave. there are tragedies and felonies in humanity and we just keep on moving on and if we don't get another chance, that's fine. we don't need another chance to draw the line*/ this is dying, wasting time, doing what's wrong. all i have in my pocket is a gun. all i have in my life is some fake fun. but i have gotten to where i am even tho i can't even stand. so far, that's where we are /*/ I feel so secure. i'm not even sure where i live but that's cool. at least some people think. i dont think i think much anymore. i've gotten mean and nasty and what am i living for again? i have to take out my pen and write a song and leave it here where someone will find it maybe turn it in and make it big. and i'll lose some guilt. i'm 4 feet under, they're making me dig. now i never meant to. i was so happy. i never meant to cheat or steal or lie. i thought i would be happy.
Definitions:
Turned around, great life got unwound. can you describe yourself if you were put in a dictionary? you can't. it's scary...suddenly punk is popular. isn't that strange? /* there's no definition, there's no real conviction, you just want to fit in in whatever way you can*/ but you can't you are you i'm telling you. punk, pop, rock, what is it? you can't put people in categories. we aren't all the same. we don't all play the same game. sin's popular..isn't that strange? /*/ it's not the "scene" that's in. it's the person. personality still exists. isn't that strange? i had to tell you this...
What Do You Need?:
Would you like my eyes to see, my hears to hear, to tell you if you're good enough for everybody else to see and everybody else to hear? even tho i say the same thing every time, please this time don't start to cry /*Here, do you want this blanket? do you want my hand? my shoulder's free and so is my knee and there's a smile just waiting to show. you dont have to tell me everything you know, just everything you need*/ well, you did it right again. i saw your smile, i saw it all begin. you know I'll be there after, telling you you did just fine. even when you say you didn't, while you know you did. things aren't always this great. i'm waiting, i'll anticipate a bad day again..but the offer still stands../*/ so what do you need this time? what do you need? what will you choose this time? what do you need?

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