This one's for all you girls about thirteen
High school can be so rough, can be so mean
Hold onto, on to your innocence
Stand your ground when everyone's giving in
This one's for the girls
This is for all you girls about twenty-five
In a little apartment, just trying to get by
Living on, on dreams and spaghetti-o's
Wondering where you life is gonna go
This one's for the girls
Who've ever had a broken heart
Who've wished upon a shooting star
You're beautiful the way you are
This one's for the girls
Who love without holding back
Who dream with everything they have
All around the world
This one's for the girls
This is for all you girls about forty-two
Tossing pennies into the Fountain of Youth
Every laugh, laugh line on your face
Made you who you are today
At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared.
Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just not
facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling
with evil. Six billion people in the world, six billion souls. And sometimes...
all you need is one
You can drive at 16, go to war at 18, drink at 21, and retire at 65.
So who can say what age you have to be to find your true love?
Don't you hate reading other peoples blogs about
how much they miss their family or best friends
and knowing that at one point you were their bestfriend
to yet they dont give a shit
Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air
Every time I try to fly, I fall
Without my wings, I feel so small
I guess I need you, baby
And every time I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me
I guess I need you, baby
There's a funeral procession on the highway,
Traffic screeches to a halt.
There's people searching for a better way,
To live their lives.
Johnny lived a good life, you'll hear them say
As tears of sadness soak the ground.
The reaper crept in, took his breath away,
In the middle of the night.
[Chorus:]
We celebrate the lives of the dead,
It's like a man's best party, only happens when he dies.
We gather 'round to pay our respects,
While their souls are still searching for the light,
Searching for the light.
So please don't come to me on my dying day,
Just let me go in peace.
With all the things that I forgot to say,
Racing through my mind.
And don't you bury me six feet under ground,
Just burn my body in a box.
And let my ashes blow with the wind,
Out into the night sky.
I am the mess you chose the closet you cannot
close the devil in you i suppose 'Cause the
wounds never heal
