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All these insecurities create that bitter sad man you see...
Not much to say, just more of a lyrics dump and some notes.
Day one without mod tools. Interesting. confused stare
Dunno If i want to go back or not.. i'l give it time.
Makai kingdom today. Hell yes.
Drunk tommorrow. Hell yes.
Lyrics!
(just got it stuck in my head, no deeper meaning.)
Lagwagon - Bury the hatchet
I can't recall the hurting words that I once said
So long ago, still indignation clouds your head
And it's enough to know the pain of losing friends
You perpetuate certain sensless hate
and I can picture you today as you say
"I used to know that guy" And as you speak they watch your face split in two
And when you see me
It's always, hey Joe,
how is it goin' bro?
where have you been man?
We used to be such good friends
Two-faced, you don't care
You know what you can do with it
I can't pretend
and there you go again
You ought to bury the hatchet
and leave behind all of the lies
and your disguise
You know that I just want to
bury the hatchet
How much more will you permit?
Think about it you'll admit
you and I have got to bury the hatchet
Am I really all that bad?
Sometimes I second guess
Often times I wonder why my head is such a mess
But put yourself in my shoes and picture if you can
All these insecuriries create that bitter sad man you see
hurting
Not me
I forgive, I forget
I won't say the things I'll regret
Not this time
I will stop, but just between you and me
it's a loss
I can't recall the hurting words that I once said
So long ago, still indignation clouds your head
'Cause it's enough to know the pain of losing friends
Fingers point at you
Isn't that what a child would do?
And as you speak they'd watch your face split in two
And when you see me
It's always, hey Joe,
how is it goin' bro?
where have you been man?
We used to be such good friends
Two faced, you don't care
You know what you can do with it
Hypocrite
Don't give me that s**t
Coffee And Cigarettes Lyrics
I'm getting used to getting old but where's my ambition - Days of omission
I feel broken down inside because my words seem to be trite adding
To the overwhelming
Always a question of truth your truths question my efficiency
(Impact) The words you can't hear
(Shocking) - The words I can't write
Recycled words don't justify...
None of these words suffice searching for the sharp words
To drive the message in I put the last words down then I begin
To question the truth
Your truths question my efficienty
Impact the words you can't hear
Shocking the words I can't write
 Twistex · Tue Jul 26, 2005 @ 08:24pm · 8 Comments |
