I've been thrown and left for dead It's not for you it's been said My future is dying, my family crying And only myself, I am lying Scared alone, tired
(Lyrics by Joseph Parrella Music by Joseph Parrella,Christopher Ragone,Adrian Baldor and John Rodriguez) Am I singing all the wrong songs or are my words
John driving down 87, no looking back the CD's playing The music's good and I'm alright and if its great it's a good life Changing lanes lets make it
I want to live fast and die old but if my heart stops beating I still got soul. I want to crash on the highway and drown in the lake, hurt myself to see
to the floor) Watch you tear blood (from your cheek to the floor) Watch you cry blood (from your cheek to the floor) Watch... There's something wrong with me, yea desperately wrong
My girlfriend has faith in me, something that I never had I think I suck at guitar, she says "you're not bad" My dreams were shattered a long long time
't even know girl Just drive Starlight and you'll make it to the exit where you belong Burn me with your eyes; do it slow so I can't see no wrong If I
Bản dịch: Daly's Gone Wrong. Dear Ava.
There's nothing wrong with a little heart on the sleeve. I'll hold this till eternity But you destroy the canvas that make's you beautiful Side to angels
I want to live fast and die old but if my heart stops beating I still got soul. I want to crash on the highway and drown in the lake, hurt myself to
Thank God that you're dancing with me. Take my hand just grab carefully you're a pretty flower with a seed of destruction; I'm a rib cage with a heart
don't even know girl Just drive Starlight and you'll make it to the exit where you belong Burn me with your eyes; do it slow so I can't see no wrong If
no one ,only myself and it's my job to keep others down. I don't know when to stop, I hurt my friends and everything is o.k You're always right and never wrong
and it all broke with you Your face breaks like holograms in December (December) December has gone....away December has gone....away December has gone....away December has gone
Remember in the rain when I told you to stand up and walk the line And everything would "Be just fine?" There was a caption and it should have gone a
of marble outlined in grace With an unpolished finish but something to believe. I can't feel anything. My fingerprints are gone. I can't feel anything. My fingerprints are gone
We can sit on the rooftops, tapping our shoes to the sounds of the city. Gesture at planes searching the skyline, they can't see us. I swear we were