Time has washed away. And now I may wonder. How did it all slip by. 'Cause I always thought we had forever. . Future calls to me. To take me away from things.
Red over white. It's one last fatal scene. Brought on by someone unseen. Moving on their own. Bring on the night. And bring us all to our knees. All are gone and none agreed.
You brace and hold it all inside. It's more than you can stand. No one around even tries. Tries to understand. . Don't turn away, don't turn away. Come out swinging.
I hate a lot of things, I hate a lot of people that are lame,. I like to hate stuff, 'cause then I don't have to try and make a change. I hate teachers, I hate school,.