My Eyes Got Tired Of Crying... |
Knifes.. |
If The World Is My Canvas And The Poetry Is The Paint, I Spread My Brush Along The Board And |
Even When The Candle Is Extinguished And You Cannot Relight The Flame, Remember The Wax Always Cools So You Can Start Again ( ' ' ; ) |
Do you understand |
Give me something to sing about because I've got to face the music... |
Being A Star Involves An Equal Amount of Hating Yourself And Falling in Love With The Idea Of Yourself |