Nothing matters but the pain Nothing matters but the pain, you're all alone The never ending night when you're awake There will be the time to crack another smile Maybe not today or for a while But we're holding on you won't forget some day You can't

What could have been? Still remember my first lick When I really got paid Won't' forget it like that girl who got away She looking back right now like, "Damn, what could have been?" See me winnin', now she thinking "What could have been?" What if we

It’s bittersweet The wind whistling across my bottle still can’t blow away the sorrow That tomorrow you won’t be here with me I won’t forget the way you love me, the amazing way you love me It’s bittersweet, you see You’re not here but I can feel you

Home alone tonight Girl you ain't gotta, I ain't gotta go Shot, for shot, for shot 'Til we forgot what we came here to forget Ain't a clock, a tick, a tock, that's gonna stop A night we won't regret Flip it around and snap a payback picture (I'll send it

If baby you can't recall it I protect the memory You can't recall that 20 second January I won't forget that Put in faith in your relief I'll suspend your disbelief And we cannot regret The esthetical feel

Need a love to last forever Hearts gone astray Deep in her when they go I went away Just when you needed me so You won't regret I'll come back begging you Won't you forget Welcome love we once knew

Why does love got to be so sad? Got to find me a way To take me back to yesterday. How can I ever hope to forget you? Won't you show me a place Where I can hide my lonely face? I know you're going to break my heart if I let you. Like a moth to a flame,

Worlds are spinning 'round Don't forget to take a breath There's no time for slowing down So won't you take a breath? Just take a breath People change and promises are broken Clouds can move and skies will be wide open We've all been down that road

Bounce, bounce, bounce Well, dem just can't believe or dem won't accept Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, fassy don't forget Well, is it just me or is it hot to death It's the Halfway Tree C.D. and cassette D.J. race a run on your mark, get set And watch everybody

Take me down little Susie, take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning And I won't forget to put roses on your grave Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding