^thanks sarah! ^^
Betweenshe's falling
and falling fast
into herself
in front of everyone else
she's calling
calling out
to anyone that will hear her
anyone who's near her
fighting and screaming
and tensions run between
between the world
and between the lines
anger and hate
and frustrations begin to build
no communication
and no resolution
so now she's crying
and the tears run deep
mixed feelings
with sorrowful meanings
so she's lying
lying to herself
that everything will get better
but the truth always gets her
fighting and screaming
and tensions run between
between the world
and between the lines
anger and hate
and frustrations begin to build
no communication
and no resolution
there's no one who will listen
and no one who will understand
there's no one to help her
and no one who will lend a hand
cause every hand she'd hold
always felt so cold
so there's still..
fighting and screaming
and the tensions that run between
between the world
and between the lines
and there's still...
anger and hate
and frustrations just build higher
no communication
and no resolution
no communication
and no resolutions now
ApparentlyApparently I missed something
When someone said that money defines music
I guess I didn't read between the lines
To get that it's all about commerical products
And apparently fans don't have any say
In what the media does today
I guess companies and corporations are too damn good
To realize what really matters in the end.
I'm tired of this fucking bullshit
I'm tired of their schemes
Don't they have enough damn money?
Enough to swim through life?
Enough to coast through life?
It isn't hurting anyone to share
Or to actually fucking care
About the people who mean so much to them
Their heroes
Their idols
And I'm tired of the ridiculous rules
And tired of all the stupid fools
Who think this is okay
Cause it's not fucking okay
Apparently I don't have a brain
To know when something's wrong
I guess too many people are too damn greedy
Cause all they care about is how much value songs provide
And apparently the artists arn't real human beings
And they don't give a shit about their wellbeings
Cause they treat them like fucking puppets
To lure customers, using them as the bait.
I'm tired of this fucking bullshit
I'm tired of their marketing plans
Cause don't they have enough damn money?
Enough to swim through life?
Enough to coast through life?
PanicAnxiety attacks
Rushing up on me
Lost all my control
Spun out of reality
Stuggle to regain a breath
And then scared to loose it
Fighting all the urge
To scream
Fighting all the urge
To scream
Dizzy spells
Spin around me
Lost all composure
Stung out over nothing
Struggle to regain a breath
And then scared to loose it
Fighting all the urge
To faint
Fighting all the urge
To faint
Freak out
Over hallucinations
That blocks out all truth
No sense of elations
Struggle to regain a breath
And then scared to loose it
Fighting all the urge
To shake
Fighting all the urge
To shake
Rot Away I lost you the other day,
stayed up with you all night.
Then soon you began to rot away,
now i'm alone tonight.
It feels like forever since i heard your voice,
Your laugh....
And it's harder now to remember your face,
Your smile.....
I lost you the other day,
stayed up with you all night.
Then soon you began to rot away,
so now i'm alone tonight.
I never understood what was going on
What was going through your mind?
But now since you're gone,
I'm left with this awkward void.
And it seems like forever since i've heard your voice,
Your laugh...
And it's getting harder now to remember your face,
Your smile...
And now that the years
Have come and past.
You just keep on fading...
Please tell me...
Why did you go away so fast?