| And this bitter pill is leaving you
with such an angry mouth. One that's void of all discretion such an awful tearing sound. With it's measure only equal by the power of my stare glaring over you and over you this feeling of despair is never wearing out. -This Bitter Pill, Dashboard I tried to be perfect It just wasn�t worth it Nothing could ever be so wrong It�s hard to believe me It never gets easy I guess I knew that all along If you believe it�s in my soul I�d say all the words that I know Just to see if it would show That I�m trying to let you know That I�m better off on my own -Pieces, Sum 41 Ever get the feeling you can't go on Just remember whose side it is that you're on You've got friends with you till the end If you're ever in a tough situation we'll be there with no hesitation Brotherhood's our rule that cannot bend When you're feeling too close to the bottom You know who it is you can count on Someone will pick you up again we can conquer anything together All of us are bonded forever if you die I die that's the way it is -Bro Hymn Tribute, Pennywise Just one look into your eyes One look and I'm crying 'Cause you're so beautiful Just one kiss and I'm alive One kiss and I'm ready to die 'Cause you're so beautiful Just one touch and I'm on fire One touch and I'm crying 'Cause you're so beautiful Just one smile and I'm wild One smile and I'm ready to die 'Cause you're so beautiful -Beautiful, HIM No matter where I am, no matter what I do I'm always coming back home to you They can leave me for dead they can take away my true I'm always coming back home to you Through the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blew I'm always coming back home to you As sure as the life in the garden that you grew I'm always coming back home to you No matter where I am, no matter what I do I'm always coming back home to you If only I had known what you already knew I'm always coming back home to you From the heaven I've had to the hell I been through I'm always coming back home to you -Always Comin Back Home To You, Atmosphere Do you want a song of glory Well I'm fucking screaming at you -A Box Full of Sharp Objects, The Used |