Then on that last day he breaks,
He stood up tall and he yelled,
And he yelled...

In violent frustration
He cries out to god
Or just no one.
Is there a point to this madness
And all that he was...
Is just a tragedy

-the used

Who cares.....

So where is the passion when you need it the most

You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost ...

Should I bite my tongue
Until blood soaks my shirt
We'll never fall apart
Tell me why this hurts so much
My hands are at ur throat
& I think I hate you
But still we'll say remember when
Just like we always do

-story of the year

Eyes left dry
yet so many tears left to cry

Dont judge your prensence of tomorrow by your feelings of today...

Don't drink to drown your sorrow
Sorrow knows how to swim

...I think I'll start a new life
I think I'll start it over
Where no one knows my name...