I believe it's true You're a part of me I'm a part of you Who am I but you and the sun? A slight reflection of everyone Was it me whowho let you walk away? Were you the one or is it we're the same? What are we in time going by?

What chu gonna do pop at you glock at you Fill em with the venom whowho the fuck are we talking to? (Psycho Bitches, Psycho Bitches) Never ever do it down low with a (Psycho Bitch!) Better never ever go out with a (Psycho Bitch!) Everybody better learn to

I see whowho you are and whowho else can compare I meant what I said I promised to stand by your side Until the end That's where we begin From here to eternity We begin understanding It is our hearts that define What has meaning in life

Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing Thanks for all the joy they're bringing WhoWho can live without it, I ask in all honesty What would life be? Without a song or a dance what are we? So I say thank you for the music For giving it to me I'm

I'm gonna try I'm gonna try! Should I? I'm gonna die It's so predictable I can in every way, mistake the pain I feel inside It comes at me, evil thoughts is creeping through my mind WhoWho are you to say, that I can't speak what's on my mind It runs away I

Is this whowho you are? (Is this whowho you are?) Some sweet violent urge A weak fallen man (A weak fallen man) With the promise of an end Why are you here? Are you listening? Can you hear what

It doesn't matter whowho you are You're in control From the start in your own way You just want somebody listening to what you say Is there anywhere you want to go? Is there anything you want to know? The future's for discovering The space in which we're

(Who we are) Life for you, has been less than kind So take a number, stand in line We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt But how we survive, is what makes us whowho we are All smiles and sunshine, a perfect world on a perfect day It's what makes us whowho

The stowaways of civil war When living through a civil war "God bless our little civil war" Progress rides with thieves and whores I don't know you to wear a hat But I came home late and there it sat You rose to show what hats are for Christmas mornings

Billie Jean is not my lover She's just a girl whowho claims that I am the one But the kid is not my son She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son People always told me, "Be careful of what you do She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene I