When The Radio Dies, Will You Sing To Me?? |
This is me with the words on the tip of my tongue and my eye through the scope down the barrel of a gun. |
Take A Gun Called Hate, Up Against Your Heart And Pull The Trigger. |
For Him I'd Smile When He's Happy, Kiss Him When He's Sad....Try To Be The Perfect Girl, And Calm Him When He's Mad. Hold His Hand To Make Him Strong And Say He's Right, Even When He's Wrong. |
There Is Nothing Scarier Than Getting What You Want Because That's When You Really Have Something To Lose. |
These Knuckles Break Before They Bleed. |
I'd rather hear your drunk truth than your sober lies. |
Pain, Pain, Go Away |
&& She's Got A Head Full Of Dreams That You Would N.e.v.e.r Believe |
As He Threw Her Heart |