Friday, August 19, 2011
i've got dreams that will never come true, at least i got something to hold on to. the man on the screen is counting the score, bad news everyday arriving at the door. living everyday in a world gone wrong, but i got my guitar and i got a song. should i run away or should i stay home because i've been fighting the urge to get out and roam. everybody claiming that they know the right way but even a dog is gonna have his own day. got a little problem- you just take the right pill, been counting down the seconds till you get your next thrill. i know i can't change what's in the past but i'm going to tell you although you didn't ask. we gotta love each other or we're all gonna die-so there i've said it, i refuse to cry.