Venus loved Dapne and so did Apollo So why can't I make myself like a tree? Why must I burn daily and nightly When nobody's running - well not after me
Been good, been bad, got worse, got better. I feel I know myself when i'm looking in the mirror. Been hurt, been loved - I'm scarred, not bitter. I am
Guess it's true - I only ever wanted to be with you. And now I find i've lost my way to go... I always mess it up You should have known i'm not reliable
The girl comes from Lakeville Her dad - he cuts hair. It's a small town in the middle of nowhere. In tried and tested fashion She took a plane and
Very good sir, getting better Could be amazing if you'd try. Such a sweet boy, very Catholic Eyes so beautifully wide. But i'm just a bloodhound, really
And my confession would have you on the floor - if you knew the truth But that's the way they want you - Everyone's a sucker for the haze of youth We'
I don't know where I go wrong - Everything I do just takes so long. I don't know what's up with me I'm swinging from a branch of my family tree... So
Oh, it's the strangest thing I wasn't looking out for anything My boat had just set sail I was flying as the wind prevailed What did you think you were
Here is my story A little sad of soul, a little weary Maybe I am that, will nobody love me? Is an empty heart and a conscience all I have? If I die tonight
I woke up late today, actually I do that everyday. Got no place to be seen, I'm not part of a scene, I'm a gen-ious loser. Keeping council with my own
Thousands, no millions of hours We've been skirting around this whole subject Like children stuck in a museum. And i'm dry now. My mouth will not speak
Oh it?s the strangest thing, I wasn?t looking out for anything. My boat had just set sail, I was flying as the wind prevailed. What did you think you
I've got a friend, he's a pure-bred killing machine He says he's waited his whole damn life for this I knew him well when he was seventeen Now he's a
I've got a quarter in my pocket of an apple left to eat: It's a wonder that I'm standing on my own two feet. In the shadow of a thousand veiled Victorian
In the race to get out of this place, I am checking my face in the back of a spoon, You're accusing, you say I'm not here, but I'm here, yes I'm here,
Years ago, you said to me, "I think I'm losing the fight, Or the fight's losing me, I'm not certain," And here we are-the closing scenes, And all the
Here is my story- A little sad of soul, a little weary Maybe I am that? Will nobody love me? Is an empty heart and a conscience all I have? If i die tonight
Oh, this road is long, this road is wide, It takes more than luck to last the ride, It takes strength and it takes courage to survive, And did someone