I just want the best for you You don't want What I'm gonna put ya through You don't believe me You tell me I don't care Tell me I never try Maybe a million times It's gonna hurt ya

Haiti, mon pays Wounded mother I'll never see Ma famille set me free Throw my ashes into the sea Mes cousins jamais nés Hantent les nuits de Duvalier Rien n'arrête nos espirits Guns can't kill what soldiers can't see In the forest we are hiding

The most loneliest day of my life Such a lonely day And it's mine Should be banned It's day that I can't stand Shouldn't exist It's day that Ill never miss And if you go, I wanna go with you And if you die, I wanna die with you

You can pretty lie and say it's okay You can pretty smile and just walk away Pretty much fake your way through anything But you can't cry pretty You can't turn off the flood when the dam breaks When all your mascara is going to waste When things get

I really believe that I'm glad It doesn't matter what I say You never listen anyway Just don't know what you're looking for Imagination's all I have But ever then you say it's bad Just can't see why we disagree Casual conversations how they bore me They

I still can't believe you're gone And all I can hear myself singin' is And I still can't believe you're gone But you're gone And I'm alone And I'm still livin' I don't like it But I'll take it till I'm strong It's the very first day since you left me

I know all about you And you say that it's alright And I know that it's a lie From the black in your eyes Like there's no one that cares about you You don't have to act like you're alone Like the walls are closing in around you You don't have to pretend

It's in the way you want me The way you show me just what love's made of It's in the way we make love It's in the way you hold me You've got a way with me Somehow you got me to believe In everything that I could be I've gotta say-you really got a way

Whether we like it or not The best I can tell The world’s gone to hell I gotta hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend Well, it’s all going to pot And we’re all gonna miss it a lot All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee Just couldn't hit the

I'm sorry for you Not sorry for me (not sorry for me) You don't know who in the hell to or not to believe You like to hurt me you know that you do You like to think in some way that its me and not you You like to have me jump and be good, but I don't