is it so hard to understand that there’s still life that moves and bends out
there that’s not you?
with a brain that sits inside a skull; with nothing more than two small holes
to peer through and watch the world?
well the truth is that’s all i’ve got too and the rest the world,
but somehow you are the only one with the natural skill to take advantage,
but never feel, as you steal to build!
that is not why we call our friends on the weekends!
there are millions of lives left spent and broken.
let’s find the pieces and help them mend.
don’t choke them.
let me guess, your father beats you red?
and now your mother, she is dead?
you know i’m sorry.
well, i really am.
but now you’ve got to learn to love and give before you end up like your father
did, just angry and full of sin.
well the truth is i’ve been raised too well.
and now honestly i’ve never felt the slightest dose of domestic fear,
but just break the cycle.
please don’t be psycho.
just learn to feel.
that is not why we call our friends on the weekends!
there are millions of lives left spent and broken.
let’s find the pieces and help them mend.
don’t choke them.
all of your life you were the one no one would come to for advice.
that is not why we call our friends on the weekends!
there are millions of lives left spent and broken.
let’s find the pieces and help them mend.
don’t choke them