

As YetI can't sing, but baby I do. I don't play guitar, I play the fool. And as the mind begins to turn, these scribbles into words, this melody ignites your memory.As Yet
Here lies the truth of stolen youth; Here lies the reason you're still here.
These eyes have been you don't know where, through lies they see that you still care.
Here lies the truth of wasted time, inside the choice to live or die; you're ringside and there's one thing on your mind.
I can't rhyme, but baby I try. &


Your Skin And boneYour skin and bone, from head to toe, are all that's left to lose; there's no place you call home.Your Skin And bone
you're living in this town. you're waiting to drown.
no guiding light, nowhere to hide, well, i've lost the heart with which to fight tonight.
i'm not an old friend,
i'm only your past.
they're all cliched, these same old words,
these same old days, i think i've lost my way.
but there was never a sign, or way to ease my mind.
chorus: have it all back, take it away, every conviction, e
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"Crazy people make the world less uncomfertable, it makes me feel more sane!
"I Don't mind straight people as long as they act gay in public"
"No I'm the end of the world as you know it...and I feel fine".
Where have you been hiding!? I haven't spoken to you in ages!
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If you know exactly what you are going to do, then what is the point of doing it?
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Life Is Great
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