Bad Boy

He's my bad boy
He likes Manson and Hendrix.
He's a bad boy.
We do things that we shouldn't.
And im a bad girl,
for stealing his heart.

Cause i don't really love him.
No i can't tell him now.
That i don't really love him
I just can't let him go.

He's just so good
in such a bad way
And so good that i wont let him go.
When he touches i get tingles
When i feel him close to me and want to keep him here
but i should probably dissapear

And i see breath run though his chest
and gasping heavily
I still know he's a bad boy
but i just can't let him go.

When i feel like im falling away
i run to him he says its okay.
somtimes i cry and feel his pain
worry about his life and the troubles obtained


He's my bad boy.
He likes Manson and Hendrix.
He's a bad boy.
We do things that we shouldn't
and a bad girl,
for stealing his heart.

Nothing to be said

Nothing to be said
Come and go,
wherever you are
just tell me this...

If i left you
If i just skipped town
would you forget all the times we had
so far gone?

To just block me out
not staying about.
Sing to me again that hard sad song you wrote.

Times like these don't make since
it's just not fair.

If i left you
if i just skipped town.
Would you forget all the times we had
so far gone?

Graffiti Heart

Wake up Broken heart.
Oh just do your part.
Save me from my depression
and his graffiti art.

Stop the vandalism.
all colors in the prism
are nothing but black and white
written after our angry schism.

Its too hard too wash away
not knowing how; i leave. Nothing to say.
Save me, do your part
against my depression and my graffiti heart.

crys a little again II

She goes home to a house so full
yet it's still empty in her soul
Wonders what could've been
if her her mother didn't belive in sin

and she crys a little
as she lyes there
and she wishes she was little
without a care. again.

She stops caring about the maybes
or the loneliness or even death
she wants to cover it all up
but her feet get stuck in yesterday.

and she crys a little
as she lyes there
and she wishes she was little
without a care. again.

He was a good one
she was gone, done
not enough to hold them
stepping in
the door in the back

and she crys a little
as she lyes there
and she wishes she was little
without a care. again.

Her life is going no where fast
shes running from the future and afraid of the past
yet still standing in the rain and not ready for sun

and she crys a little
as she lyes there
and she wishes she was little
without a care. again.

Will it all be gone? Lost?
whats this sin gonna cost?
will she cure, like she wold hope?
no shes still lost and afraid to cope.

and she crys a little
as she lyes there
and she wishes she was little
without a care. again.

and she wishes she was little
without a care. again.

It's still you

Remember that night we came so close?
I knew then it was you i wanted the most.
I don't know why we stopped, guess we thought we were clever.
Making our "just friends" attitude last forever.

We then agreed to not do it again
sweet but too strange.
I thought that's where it ends?

I still want you...
I wanna know if you still want me too.

Yes, i still think you are hotter than hell
and if you kissed me theres no way id tell.
Cause i know it would be so good;
just like it should.


I still want you...
I wanna know if you still want me too.

So when you come aroun'
i keep looking you down.
my eyes cant help it
but i keep my lip bit.

I still want you...
Do you still want me too?

all i want

my schedules getting weary
my life is getting tight
and nothings going half way good tonight
but it doesn't matter because all i want to do
is pack up and run away with you.

I feel the blame driving through the day
your looking at me
and i don't know what to say
I don't think it matters and all i want to do
is pack my stuff and run away from you.

I'm sorry about all the mistrust
I'm felling lonely and I'm missing us.
i know now how it matters and all i want to do
pack back up and run home to you.
just run home to you.

losing

She can't find the will to leave the shit alone.
shes poping pills and smoking crap; to feel less when stoned
alot like running away from home.

He's sitting by the window.
watching the stars and street lamp glow.
lost his job, his girl, his life.
looks at his arm and cut with a knife
the hurt is less and the pain is more then.

They're feeling more and more alone
they find fear in the first tear
to get rid of the awful curse moving on,
forward and fight for life
not in reverse. losing the past.
will that be enough?

Stone heart

i didn't cry, wouldn't cry
wouldn't give in either
something holds me back; i can't remember the last time i cried.

no tears,no searching for my lack.
no fears, no turning back.

my heart is stone, i can feel it getting harder, soon to be unbreakable.
unattachable, unpenetratable and untouchable.

i almost want to feel. to let the emotions run through me.
too bad i wont. my hands are alone.
my face is solem and tone.
my eyes tightly shut; sewn.
and as you know my heart is stone.