On the bottom of the box. At the end of the bill On the side of the screen On the side of the page It is there, Written. 'Cause it Cannot be hidden.
I woke up on a mountain I had walked around the world My family would have been so proud I never had that kind of courage when I was a girl Of all the
Saint Christopher Sunday otherwise unaware That is what she called it She arrived was observed with her clothes in his suitcase Looking suitably world
Taking my time, walking the line For someone who doesn't care Taking my time, walking the line For someone who's never there It's a fool's game that
The queen is hyped up, the queen is hyped up The queen is hyped up, the queen is hyped up Ayo Manda, what's up La Yo people have been trying to get fierce
Yeah, check me out, check me out Public enemy number one Lord Quas up on the set, word bet Bad character you see up on the screen I'm just sinful, vicious
Well, hello everyone! Welcome to the Rehab Center for fictional characters. Umm, alright. Lets get right to it Who wants to start us off? How about you
I was taught a month ago to bide my time and take it slow But then I learned just yesterday to rush and never waste the day Well I'm convinced the whole
lifes been swell now i want to die my body it hurts me sigh after sign i call it torture you call it life a slave to money and everything i despise like
I don't want to die Till I'm twenty-six Live in my house Way up in the hills You're never, never, never Going to gain control your life is empty If you
Try hard, try hard to care Give a little laughter And take a bigger share You really don't need no You really don't need sympathy Forever in danger,
And I wished for so long. Cannot stay. All the precious moments. Cannot stay. It's not like wings have fallen. Cannot stay. But still something's missing
My lips are shakin' My nails are bit off It's been a month since I've heard myself talk Only advantage this life's got on me Picture a cup in the middle
My lips are shaking my nails are bit off. Been a month since I've heard myself talk. All the advantage this life's got on me. Picture a coffin in the
You were just like me, you were one big bruise In the game of life with your playing too lose You were Jessy James, I was William Tell You were Daniel
Feel so low, Too low to get high, Trying to remember, Trying to survive. Passing by, Another day, Nothings changed, I made the same mistake, I made
You think it's cool just 'cause they're telling you You gotta have it then you'll never miss it at all You need the thrill just 'cause it's killing you
I'd rather be your coffin than your pillow because we press through flesh we break the skin. we push back through the skin. we chew through what we're