Say that you want me just to want somebody Tell me you need me 'cause I need somebody None of these lines will ever make you love me Hurts good to want ya Crave the pain I get from you My head aches, my heart aches, I'm awake, I'm alive It's hard to speak

This could be the very minute I'm aware I'm alive All these places feel like home With a name I'd never chosen I can make my first steps As a child of twenty-five This is the straw, final straw in the Roof of my mouth as I lie to you Just because I'm

They said I have died. I still felt alive. I won't believe their lies. I can still see through these Help me, I'm not dead Wake me from this hell. Tell me I'm alive.

Of your teenage station "He's alive, he's alive" Yeah, you cried and you cried Everybody here Comes from somewhere And disguise How you cried and you cried And you cried and you cried You don't have to explain

And today, you know, that's good enough for me Breathing in and out's a blessing, can't you see Today's the first day of the rest of my life And I'm alive and well Yeah, I'm alive and well. So damn easy to say that life's so hard Everybody's got their

They said I have died. I still felt alive. I won't believe their lies. I can still see through these Help me, I'm not dead Wake me from this hell. Tell me I'm alive.

Underneath the wide open sky It's the dust in the air and the freedom everywhere Can't you hear it comin' alive? These are sounds goin' down in a nowhere town Makes you wanna drop it down a gear And kill a couple of beers Been waitin' all year, now it's

That tiny room at the beach was absolutely the perfect place for my first time. When we came together, I could feel the hairs growing on my chest. I saw my future. I saw my past. For a few minutes it was like being alive. They lived happily ever after.

Loco, with some locas (locas) I love me some locas (me encantan las locas) Loco, with some locas I like that she likes what I like Shake that butt, back it up I'm the only Cuban dead or alive More famous than Castro He's a rebel, I'm a rebel He's a

Shut the fuck up! Get up! Times are looking grim these days Holding on to everything It's hard to draw the line Itching is the pulse inside Creeping out to come alive It's just doing what it's gonna do And I'm, I'm hiding in this empty space Tortured by