try to tell me that I don't even try You try to justify your hate your hate is the only thing you have you have nothing of your own your own life's nothing
you suffer from your need, you suffer needlessly and sacrifice yourself and when there's nothing left you'll come to me and ask me for my hand You want
gain and opportunity, and when we look this world we see all the truth of life the love and misery and though the world doesn't change at all, it's seen
everything's going to be alright even though I thought I caught you crying on the phone last night and how can I say that I know what it's like when there's
Somewhere between a lie and truth lies a subtle line of gray and although it's undetectable it's reflected in all we say. We don't want to hate or judge
s struggle and it's common sense this boy becomes a man It's not some of the time, it's not most of the time it's all of the time or none of the time
reason to shine. And all this talk about intensity your destiny, you're telling me You're going to be just fine I want to believe you, but it's too late
this way. I just can 't stand to sit and watch you walk away. Sometimes I feel like I'm to blame Sometimes I feel like there's nothing left for me to
and when she's up again she won't even let you near And now you're sitting all alone staring again at the telephone you think she's thinking of you, but she's
of stone sometimes I pray I wouldn't feel like I am somehow better off alone Heard your conversation it's not enough to make me change My mind It's hard
you can't have everything you don't want anything at all Is this wrong or right? In all the questions that you ask a silent longing for the past that's