And how can you mend a broken heart? How can you stop the rain from falling down? How can you stop the sun from shining? What makes the world go round? How can a loser ever win? Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again I can think of

You're in a laundry room The clues that came to you, oh He'll keep you in a jar He'll give you breathing holes You will make him happy And you'll think you're happy He'll cover you with grass Then you'll think you're happy Then you'll think you're happy

Can't explain, what's come over me (come over me) So hard to see your side. Can't explain, why it's so hard for me, I'm growing so distant Nothing makes sense to me anymore I'm learning to resist Becoming more than you ever were Projecting all my anger I

Life is worth living again Life is worth living Life is worth living, so live another day The meaning of forgiveness With a long journey ahead Oh, even in the midst of doubt People make mistakes, doesn't mean you have to give in Ended up on a crossroad

I ain't gonna be that easy to leave Girl I'm gonna make you miss me I'm gonna make you miss me Make you wish that you were sleeping in my shirt Lie about my jacket and tell everyone it's yours When your phone rings after midnight and you're thinking

You know I make you wanna run from me, baby But no, it's too late, you've wasted all your time Unwanted clemency Scream 'til there's silence Scream while there's life left vanishing Scream from the pleasure Unmask your desire, perishing

Rock my world little country girl Drag me out on the floor Dance with me 'till I can't dance anymore One-step, two-step, get in a line I gotta find a way to make you mine She's got a T-Top Camaro with a scoop on the hood And two big speakers blasting

Don't make me let you go Don't make me Baby, I love you Don't want to lose you Baby, I'm begging, please And I'm down here on my knees I don't want to have to set you free Took such a long time For me to find you

I say, "Hey Iggy, you're so fine You're so fine, you blow my mind" (hey Iggy, hey Iggy) Baddest white bitch in the club Hot boys on my dick in the club Low-low waist, brand new bag? (Hey Iggy, hey Iggy) Baddest white bitch in the game I could make Future

If I make sound, it better be loud If rock and roll's dead, you can kill me right now I'd rather be dead than bored out of my mind Till my voice is blowing out What if one day everything changed Will these words have any use to me I didn't make it here