one for sorrow i'm walking home on my one i've begged and borrowed i've looked for you high and low and all the answers I seek and all the people i meet
(Bonus) From Brixton to Bounds Green Something's coming up a new generation that couldn't give a fuck always being lied to never given love never made
I was waiting for the train When I bumped into this girl She said do you remember me And would you like to talk a while? She took me by surprise There
For a long time I've had this on my mind Not willing to change my life for your approval But I'll take pride And I'm aware of changing tides And time
through the grey so your in the wind once again forced to retaliate and point the blame on the only ones who ever cared look to them and see your problems
I know about killing time Rolling cigarettes and counting spare change Sitting in the dole queue line Trying to keep in a positive mind frame I know
this is for the heartbroke this is for the poor this is for the anxious to see what's in store if you ever had a feeling thing aren't going your way
with eyes/a smile like yours that can make a man or they can break a man i can't hide from what is true and every time i try to make amends i never comprehend
She was the kind of girl you'd call a live one Not the kind of girl you could bet your life on More the kind of girl you can't take your eyes from Not
I crept away from the world to find a quiet place to hide a place where I could contemplate, oh yeah a place where I could clear my mind and then one
no money, never had none i wish i lived in a mansion then i get that sinking feeling as water starts dripping from the ceiling too many issues making
On the night bus fear trapped me As I remembered exactly What you told me as you left me And my heart sank directly I'm reeling, feeling so alone And
(Bonus) Originally by Minor Threat I don't want to hear it All you do is talk about you I don't want to hear it 'Cause I know that none of it's true
this, is my mind, it goes over and over the same old lines And, this, is my brain, it's torturous analytical thoughts make me go insane And I use mouthwash
is my mind, it goes over and over the same old lines And, this, is my brain, it's torturous analytical thoughts make me go insane And I use mouthwash