It's not that I don't want to because, god, I...
It's not that I'm not ready; because I'm as ready...
Another accident
another death...
Bleeding from the heart.
A line straight down...
I'll been through hell and back again
thought I was well, depression set in...
Why wait to be broken and ripped apart,
Why heal the scars on your broken heart...
Hear the somber beating,
Of a thousand bleeding hearts...
Waking with this horrible, banging headache
fearing I'm about to lose my mind...
There was a boy
And he stole my heart...
There's galaxies
So incomplete...
Little girl
with bright blue eyes...
Talent...
Is the way we see ourselves...
I'd like to spend just one day
And see life in your shoes...