She was diagnosed on a Friday,. The kids were almost home,. The kids were on their way back home from school,. Lying face down in the gutter,. Of unaccomplished dreams,.
I never did lose a battle. But I'm feeling further from the end of war.. Deplored, ignored and rarely ever self assured.. Why does it seem like the ones who have everything have nothing inside?.
A moment of silence, please, for those who never get the chance,. They show up to the party but they're never asked to dance.. The losers, the liars, the bastards, the thieves,.
So she wakes up in time to break down. She left a note up on the dresser. And she's right on time. You don't know anything, right or wrong. . I said I know-ow-ow-ow.
She was diagnosed on a Friday. The kids were almost home. The kids were on their way. Back home from school. . Lying face down in the gutter. Of unaccomplished dreams.
Well, I know I shouldn't care. But I do and I don't and I always crack a smile. When I see your punk rock clothes. And you try, try but you never fit in.