Tuesday, August 02, 2005
I wonder if I will survive
To live to see 25 or will I just fall?
Like all my friends, they just keep dying.
People round me, always crying.
In this place that I like to call my home.
Not everybody knows that everybody goes to a better place
Not everybody knows that everybody could be living their last days
But the hard times will come, and we'll keep moving on.
We're moving on.
Keep moving on
Life.
Hope.
Truth.
Trust.
Faith.
Pride.
Love.
Lust.
On without the things we've lost but things we've gained we'll take with us.
And all I've got are these two hands to make myself a better man
I wonder if I'll ever see the end of this
With all this rain it just keeps falling
On my head and now I'm calling
Out to someone else to help me make it through
Not everybody knows that everybody goes to a better place
Not everybody knows that everybody could be living their last days
But the hard times will come, and we'll keep moving on.
We're moving on.
Keep moving on
Life.
Hope.
Truth.
Trust.
Faith.
Pride.
Love.
Lust.
Pain.
Hate.
Lies.
Guilt.
Laugh.
Cry.
Live.
Die.
Some friends become enemies some friends become your family
Make the best with what you're givin
This ain't dying this is livin
Said were movin on and we've got nothin to prove
To anyone
Cause we'll get through
Were movin on and on and on and on and on and on and on....
Keep movin on
Life.
Hope.
Truth.
Trust.
Faith.
Pride.
Love.
Lust.
Pain.
Hate.
Lies.
Guilt.
Laugh.
Cry.
Live.
Die.
Some friends become enemies some friends become your family
Make the best with what you're givin
This ain't dying! this is livin!
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ME!
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You come in cold,
You're covered in blood.
They're all so happy you've arrived.
The doctor cuts your chord.
He hands you to your mom.
She sets you free into this life.
And where do you go with no destination, no maps to guide you.
Wouldn't you know that it doesn't matter, we all end up the same.
These are the chronicles of life and death and everything between.
These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem.
You come in this world, and you go out just the same.
Today could be the best day of your life.
And money talks in this world,
That's what idiots will say
But you'll find out that this world,
Is just an idiots parade
Before you go, you've got some questions.
And you want answers
But now you're old, cold, covered in blood,
right back to where you started from
These are the chronicles of life and death and everything between.
These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem.
You come in this world, and you go out just the same.
Today could be the worst day of your life.
But these are the chronicles of life and death and everything between.
These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem.
You come in this world, and you go out just the same.
Today could be the best day of,
Today could be the worst day of,
Today could be the last day of your life.
It's your life, your life.