White shutters enclose The boundaries of my heart I gold my breath Till the steady beating is shut out In silence I wait for what is real For I know the truth of my perceptions Nothing in life matters more than you When first feelings fade I will still

(Won't let this build up inside of me) But I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I don't know what to do When she makes me sad She isn't real I can't make her real She seems dressed in all of me Stretched across my

Who do I feel sorry for? I see your pretty face, Smashed against the bathroom floor! What a disgrace! Smashed and raped! Not again. this is a real crime. What a pretty face. So, so loud Wait, but I don't realize.

You do it to yourself And that's what really hurts You and no-one else Is you do it to yourself, just you You do it to yourself you do Can't get the stink off He's been hanging around for days Comes like a comet Suckered you but not your friends

Why do I know that I'm just not the same? 'Cause I'm not too young If I'm too young, If I'm too young to fall in love, why do you keep running through my brain? Don't tell me I won't, don't tell me I can't feel what I'm feeling is real Big lights, people

All I know is I've heard this all before Reality's a bore (is a bore) You ask me to believe it (never believe) Something they provide Can't bring myself to, do what You want me to (want me to) This is who we are and (who we are) Nothing's gonna change

I'll live my life the way I feel And I am not afraid to try it on my own I don't care if I'm right or wrong And I don't care if I'm right or wrong No matter what I'm gonna keep it real, you know I'm wiser now I'm not the foolish girl you used to know So

Are we having fun yet Yet, yet, yet, no no This is how you remind me of what I really am It's not like you to say sorry I was waiting on a different story This time I'm mistaken For handing you a heart worth breaking And I've been wrong I've been down

It's not right, it's not right for you (Oh) You got one life to love what you do In the end, in the end If you even have to think about it (Oh) If you really have to think about it (Oh) My head, my head is full of things that I should've done My heart,

Gangsta, gangsta! ("That's what they're yellin") ("It's not about a salary, it's all about reality") Three minutes my nigga, y'all know what it is JUST BLAZE! ("No more fun and games!") Gangsta gangsta, that's already evident Nigga Witta Attitude, check