I don't wanna be the one. I don't wanna be the one who tells you. That I don't know what I've become, or what I want to be. I know I'm always on the run.
I wanna scream, scream, scream. Oh for this to end. I wanna let love flow, through my fingers and out of my hands. And I wanna let that love fill up the hearts of men.
It's getting pretty late. We spoke for just an hour and I don't feel that great. It's nothing that you said. It's just these pictures I don't wanna see.
Hello stranger. We haven't spoke in a while. It's been three years. And I forgot how to smile. I think I'm ready to find out why. It doesn't matter how hard I try.
What is true in life, we're shadows in disguise. Making our way through time. Everyday and night. And I wanna know how long. It takes until we find. What it is we need.
She comes out in a stormy haze. Killing time in such a selfish way. You know that it's not right. So tell me love what can it be. A pretty sight for starving eyes to see.
Dirty street and dirty hands. A broken kid and a helpless man. All that they know given the barren land. A storefront clerk told me, "Walk away,. You need not live this life of shame.".