(Verse 1) Close your eyes, they can't see what you have become. Close your eyes, dont' stare at what can't be redone. It hurts too deep, it's just like
billion voices I'm one small note in a world of 6 billion singers... 6 billion singers I'm background noise in this world of 6 billion voices... 6 billion voices I'm one
Looking down, 30,000 miles above the ground, the guy behind me says he's scared to death. Can't sit still and he's short of breath, but no one hears
Let me break this down yea, how the story comes together after you split in two. The world is spinning round how devastated you become lose the other
This is Ms. Forever Tragic, Ms. Miss-enthusiastic This is Ms. So-dramatic falling in love... Once upon a land mine, there was a bomb shell on the edge
Wake me up at 4 in the morning, I wanna see the sun come up. I know you don't really care but it's something I've been dreaming of. Get me out of this
It sounds cliche but this is one more song I wrote spent some time alone Now I pray that all these words are loud enough to get back home Are you listening
Thats what i get for telling the truth If you pick at something it will never heal but you do it anyway so you can feel get your shoes and hurry got
She's got a mouth like a trucker and a mind like a rollercoaster. She's got her finger on the trigger and she's sure-fire ready to go. She's got a body
God only knows He's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose cause here goes the cold
she colors her big brother and mother and dad Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us
Go, Timbo! I'll be the same, when it all goes up; I'll be the same, when it all goes down; Not the first one open it up; I'll be last one closing it
shady please stand up? And put one of those fingers on each hand up? And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control And one more time, loud as
thought it wasn't It beez.. the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen I be the F-R-O the double G *coughing in background* And check out the man he goes
m your motherfuckin conscience [Eminem] That's nonsense! Go in and gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt's cribs And borrow a damn dress, and one
I come around like what goes around What goes up must come down, anyone who comes up must go down Might aswell go for the gusto now Better not let up,
n you aint even say shit They juss know you aint nuttin to play wit You stayed wit sixteen homies and one in da hole When da first one get out da next one goes
're mom's not home I'm sick of laying down alone, hey With this fever, fever, yeah My one and own I wanna get you alone Give you fever, fever, yeah There it goes
