I'm pulling trough and it's because of you When I was stranded came your helping hand Lonely, hurt I had not known which way to turn 'Til you said, that
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em Baby you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight But I cannot baby girl and that's the issue Girl you know I miss you,
I sit and wait Does an angel Contemplate my fate? Do they know The places where we go When we're gray and old 'Cause I've been told That salvation Lets
All alone in an empty room nothing left but the memories of when I had my best frIend I don't know how we ended up here I don't know but it's never been
I've got your rainbows, seen your sunbeams I know a place where heaven breathes And it's through her window Your baby girl's window I know you're happy
I don't mind The abuse It fills in time When I'm not much use But it's killing me Killing me slowly They all say I'm too restless But, words cut deep
Where were you when you stole my pride? Did you ever get the feeling that someone died? Hide away in your ivory tower And cover me in your golden shower
Hello Sir, remember me? I'm the man you thought I'd never be The boy who you reduced to tears The lad called 'Thingy' for six whole years Yeah, that'
Wake up on Sunday morning And everything feels so boring Is that where it ends With your life thru a lens Hair is the new hat, brown is the new black
She's takin' me places I should never have been She's showin' me faces I should never have seen Well these are strange days We're livin' in today "C'est
I know a freaky young lady Name of no shame Katie She makes my temperature freeze She's got a blood red powder When she gives a shout She'll bring you
There was a time When crazy days would start with wine And now I tow a different line I stay in bed and use my loaf instead of my bread And stroll on
Lazy days calling to you Come out to play, the future lies with you Now you can be sure love is the cure What we're searching for is to have A jolly good
You're one of God's better people And you don't know That's why you're special And I cry so I can talk like this From my downbeat existence And I know
I'm caught up in the middle but I?m taken to the end It?s coming back together and it?s breaking down again If I can find a reason, I?d say you were my
Fiyero: The trouble with schools is They always try to teach the wrong lesson Believe me, I've been kicked out Of enough of them to know They want you
oooh oooh oooh yeah yeeeeeah oooh oooh and do you know, that you have a soul and its woth more than gold (yeah) its woth more than gold (yeah) just
If only I can get out this I just gotta get through this I gotta get through this I gotta get through this I gotta make, gotta make it, gotta make it