Don't give up, don't give up! Voices in your, voices in your, voices in your head Those who tryna drive you mad And make it all, make it all There's another mind deep in me Don't know what's gotten into me I ain't seen the other side plentifully 'Til the

Come along to the riverside. Sit down now I just want to hear somebody else whine If you've got tomorrow, I've got a blade We can dig a hole into an old book Keep our secrets there I know of another place beneath some overgrown vine. I can cut them back

Be my Wendy, I'll be your Peter Pan In my dreams you're dying Come on baby, take my hand We can walk if we don't feel like flying We can live, I don't feel like dying Come on baby, you've got no plans It picks me up, I can't stop crying I just wanna live

Mine all mine Ow, forgive me father, for I have sinned I've been through hell and back again I shook hands with the devil Looked 'em in the eye Looked like a long lost friend Ow, anything you want, any dirty deeds He's got everything except what I really

We don't gotta leave this room Even if we never walk out that door For you to leave me wanting more You don't have to get dressed up for me tonight Girl don't get me starin' at you You look good in any light I know it's seven o'clock And know I've

Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga so official Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah) Bunch of bad broads on the menu Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through Next up,

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone

Just gotta make it (alright) Just gotta make it (alright) I just gotta make it Just to see that smile upon your face I know I Just gotta make it (alright) just gotta make it To the top of the world me and my girl we Just gotta make it Everything I do I

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

It's got to get better in a little while. Don't you know what's wrong with me? I'm seeing things I don't want to see. Sniffing things that ain't no good for me. I'm going down fast, won't you say a prayer for me? The sun's got to shine on my guitar