You'd think we'd want to turn around Instead we take each brush with fate And use it to paint the town Can you feel (Or are you paralyzed?) Can it heal
a cold, cold ocean. Winter trees and summer sunshine, Come down upon your face, and all I'm left with are these feelings. I've told you once before
better than I know myself I better shut it up I better shut it up You gotta problem with the way I think I gotta problem with the way you think That you
hide Before they see you, you know it is all, all a glow Walking on water seems parlays now You got my trust and it feels And it feels like sabotage
feel this It seems that even though she's with me I can't shake this And I can't fake this And I won't take this Though you say you understand you still
you see? Can you see? The more you take, the more you blame But everything still feels the same The more you hurt, the more you strain The price you
, its so good to feel you near Swim alone, live a dream, see me drown, all this in apathy Be still for a moment So you can face this world, you face it
is apathy In this world I won't be Twist me with your motivation You make me sick Won't you feel my frustration? It's ten feet thick All I see is apathy
fountain of feeling, waiting for the blood to spill. If the doubts don't get us then the apathy will. But I am a fool and I worship you everyday. Have
You, the walking wounded You, the hopeless victim You, who craved new feelings Risked it all to get them I thought you may be stronger Thought your
All the things I wish I wrote 'cause I feel like I've been losing you each night it ends too soon You don't hold me like you used to And your eyes
mind Can't stop this agony, cancel my therapy 'cause I just thought of you and now I feel fine Collecting the strangest conscience Apathy returns it
onto you All I want to know is the truth And I don't want to go but I feel like I should Cause' I'm falling apart and I die, and die, and die How could you
I'm just frightened by this apathy Like footsteps way in back of me On a narrow street of stone I'm all mixed up about you Baby, I'm all mixed up about you
of our lives When you find it hard to breathe Never keep it all inside Which one should I be The many faces of our lives? If you feel that the timing
you don't say much, that's real I think I know more than you about the way you feel I understand your anger and your apathy I think if I was you, you
sound of tearing might wake the neighbors up, but how else am i supposed to get you off me. youve been writing my own clichs, and isnt it cute how apathy
be strife, may we teach understanding well before college instead of just measuring meaningless knowledge, with a scoured eye and a crooked tongue, you will watch us die, you
