Ooh, so they think I wanna die, yeah 'Cause my doors are suicide, yeah Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah Stud that bitch up with some ice, yeah These people don't want me alive, no They wanna play games with my life, oh The coupe doors are suicide, oh

I knew better then Like the winds, blowing Changes, fast and growing To trust myself To trust someone else Words that hurt the ones you lovin' Hatred for who you're becomin' I knew better then yes To trust the lies that slip from my mouth

Living inside, living inside, living inside (near wild heaven) Not near enough Near wild heaven Whenever we hold each other We hold each other There's a feeling that's going Something has gone wrong And I don't know how much longer I can take it House

You use your words as a weapon dear But your blades don't hurt when you have no fear You think that you're deep under my skin You're trying to keep me suffering If you use your words as a weapon Then as a weapon, I'll shed no tears I feel your knife as

Wait, mmm, wait All of your pressure brings Making me questions things I know what you're trying to hear And I wanna say it to you but you need to I'm trying, give me a second I wanna take the time to do what's right 'Cause I can't rush decisions, give

Where to go and what to do Wasted hours that you make new All those wasted hours we used to know Spent the summers staring out the window The wind it takes you where it wants to go At first they built the road then they built the town That's why we're

What are you gonna do When those walls Are falling down Falling down on you? I get a thrill In my brains Some days I'm trying to turn to my veins

I only wanna live it with you I wanna dream what you dream Go where you're going I only have one life And I only wanna live it with you I wanna sleep where you sleep Connect with your soul The only thing I want in life

Mas, pra qu?? Pra que tanto c?u Pra que tanto mar, pra qu?? De que serve esta onda que quebra E o vento da tarde? De que serve a tarde, in?ltil paisagem? Pode ser que n?o venhas mais Que n?o venhas nunca mais De que servem as flores que nascem pelos

You changed the game I like your thug style Hey you it's me turn the music down So you can hear my invitation Now what I want you to do is come through To the crib right now without hesitation So don't ask me what I want Cause I want you to hurry up and