Woorden: Green Day. Scattered.

I've got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor Reminds me of the times we shared Makes me wish that you were here Now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life All the songs have been erased Guess I've learned from my mistakes Open the past and present now and we are there Story to tell and I am listening Open the past and present and the future too It's all I've got and I'm giving it to you Loose ends tied in knots leaving a lump down in my throat Gagging on a souvenir Lodged to fill another year Drag it on and on until my skin is ripped to shreds Leaving my self wide open Living out a sacrifice If you got no one and I got no place to go Would it be alright? Could it be alright?