How long can this go on Tell me what is wrong And maybe there's a way That we can work it out There must be some kind of way That we can make it right But I, I just can't do it all Without you, without you Hey you, wake up, get yourself together

I’m grateful for the storm Made me appreciate the sun I’m grateful for the wrong ones Made me appreciate the right ones I’m grateful for the pain For everything that made me break I'm thankful for all my scars 'Cause they only make my heart

One more night and I can do it I can make you right One more time, one more slide One more cash, baby one more lie we gonna do this straight up we ain't gonna fight Just one more, just one more night One more time, one more night One more baby just get

I want you to ruin my life I want you to fuck up my nights, yeah Fuck up my nights, yeah, all of my nights, yeah I want you to bring it all on If you make it all wrong, then I'll make it all right, yeah You to ruin my life, you to ruin my life You to

Don't you hear, don't you hear them falling Workin' from seven to eleven every night It really makes life a drag I don't think that's right I've really been the best of fools I did what I could, yeah 'Cause I love you, baby How I love you, darling How I

I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter I'll be glad I got 'em And make believe it came from you I'm gonna write words, oh, so sweet They're gonna knock me off my feet A lotta kisses at the bottom I'm gonna smile and say I hope you're feeling

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

Nothing can come between us if you just hold, Hold my, hold, hold my, hold my hand, hold my hand 'Cause I been there before and you've been there before 'Cause I can make it alright till the morning (Hold my hand) Akon and MJ oh yeah yeah This life don't

You wanted to Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? I, cry, when angels deserve to die In, my, self righteous suicide Grab a brush and put a little (makeup) Grab a brush and put a little Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup) Hide the scars to fade

We're gonna be alright Baby you just gotta make up your mind Oh yeah, oh yeah Baby, don't you know All o'them tears gon' come and go That every little thing is gonna be alright We decide it Baby don't you know