I wish I had more money than I have and I know that's not punk, but I need to pay my rent. I can't survive without money. I can't survive without money
Show me your tears Show me your scars Show me your flesh wounds Show me your heart Show me your death bed so that I may rest in peace Show me your teeth
off unread letters receiving no reply never bothering asking why I had a heart once full of fire and passion but the summer took it away from me And
make enough And soon I'm gonna turn to dust I'm gonna turn to dust And I am afraid I don't care. Growing up really fucking sucks I've fallen down and I can
because I'm reminded I'll rot away, rot away. I don't have much time to hang out here and cry and though that may feel nice I can't do that everyday
I was drifting into dreaming and I saw something I hadn't seen before Two young ladies I hadn't seen since high school holding a piece of me inside
tell myself just so I can get by are getting less and less convincing all the time and I just can't shake the feeling that I'll be alone forever please tell me