Is this really happening? I swear I’ll never be happy again. And don’t you dare say we can just be friends. I’m not some boy that you can sway. We knew it’d happen eventually.
If it Means a Lot to You by A Day to Remember.
But the ones who tell the lies are the solemnest to swear. And the ones who load the dice always say the toss is fair. And the ones who deal the cards are the ones that take the tricks, with their hands over their hearts, while we play the game they fix. And the ones who speak the words always say it’s the last, and no answer will be heard to the question no one asked.
If It’s True (Feat. Justin Vernon) by Anais Mitchell.
After a while, the current is calling me, lulling me, waving goodbye. I’m out here alone. Oh God can you save me now!? Sinking my heart turns to stone… Save me, take me home… Wishing that this all would end.
Lead Sails (And a Paper Anchor) by Atreyu.
I never thought you could leave me, I figured I was the one.
Coming Home by City & Colour.
I’ve been known to fall in love, but sometimes love just is not enough.
Forgive Me by City & Colour.
And I’m afraid to sleep because of what haunts me. Such as living with the uncertainty that I’ll never find the words to say which would completely explain just how I’m breaking down.
Sleeping Sickness by City & Colour.
There’s a degree of difficulty in dealing with me. From my haunted past comes a daunting task of living through memories. If we could just hang a mirror on the bedroom wall, stare into the past and forget it all
Little Hell by City & Colour.
It’s a sick university, murder the curriculum, concrete campuses, I miss Los Angeles.
Release Date by Xzibit.
The media is bullshit now we can’t even say bitch. They accusin’ Michael of touchin kids in the wrong places, at first they embraced him, had a couple of face lifts. Now people wanna place him with murderers and rapists! They comin’ I can taste this swear to God I ain’t racin’ Put the clip in and wast ‘em before I go out on that fake shit. I’m so sick and tired this black shit this white shit, so I sit here and write shit.
We Ain’t by The Game.
I don’t need those car crash colours.
Night Air by Jamie Woon.
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