: Peeling through the layers, where the fuck have the years gone? '87 to right now, I lost myself inside the fog. Afraid we'll have to amputate all your
Peeling through the layers, where the fuck have the years gone? '87 to right now, I lost myself inside the fog. Afraid we'll have to amputate all your
of belief Making too much of a life so mercifully brief? So I stride down sunny streets and the band plays back my song They're applauding at my shadow, long
crazy dream, sometimes things arent what they are meant to be, or what they seem. Sometimes i wish this world was one big dream so many tragedies, life
kicks and punches until he could no longer speak. Eriel's heart sank. Had he misjudged Challis and entrusted his people's future to a reckless youth?
who's fogotten how to live? I'll try not to be selfish and only think of me but I've got too many problems to dwell inside your tragedy, youth can last
't lose your faith in us Gone are the days of trust Beautiful mournings never last too long And the beautiful youth is most likely to follow their example Tragedy
I wasn't so quick to play You lost your youth you lost your passion now it seems you don't care at all You built a house out of playing cards how long
self-control you longed to Trust, Mine, any adequate words to dissolve the Mounting Pressure Moment. And in our tissue-paper skin, We'll mock the frailties of youth
at the masses Nothing in the, myst of traffic Bitter in the sadness, I love ones life forever taken Or I love ones loss, lives forsaken As long as these
down to cross priced, cross side Blurred words incurred curved out in Bondi Hung from a long line of keep it reals and an even longer genre Of you gotta
long long list of names Fifteen-year-old Ronald Timbers was buried under dirt and blame A mother needing help instead a trigger-happy system took aim Took the life