And from there I see the neon grids of cities And six million people that keep their fires lit I threw a party in my name But the hours crawled by and no one came So I bowed my head and I prayed for wings To take me from this place, fuck you The day I

How lucky am I that I get to love this girl? I get to see that side of her that no one knows but me She's a one of a kind It's a one and a million chance that I would find her hand in mine It's crazy I'm the lucky guy, the guy that gets to love this girl

God only knows why we were born to burn He doesn't fucking love us The sons and daughters that you wished to forget A desperate picture of God's regret Are we perfect mistakes? Or almighty fuck ups? One thing's for sure, he doesn't fucking love us

Today I saw a boy And I wondered if he noticed me He took my breath away I can't get him off my mind And it scares me Cause I've never felt this way No one in this world Knows me better than you do

Nobody knows you when you're down and out. Nobody knows you, Once I lived the life of a millionaire, Spent all my money, I just did not care. Took all my friends out for a good time, Bought bootleg whiskey, champagne and wine. Then I began to fall so

There's nothing to lose There's nothing to gain When no one knows your name But the days don't seem to change My notebook will explain And I can't fight the pain Need more friends with wings All the angels I know Put concrete in my veins

Peanut butter sandwich eatin' Watching the world go by Where I've done some beer crackin' Crying, praying, laughin' We can leave our cut offs and our cares Who knows what can happen I do all my dreamin' there I do my barber sinking Just talking to the

I must be invisible No one knows me. I have crawled down dead-end streets On my hands and knees. I was born with a ragin' thirst, A hunger to be free, But I've learned through the years. Don't encourage me.

He's in love with rock'n'roll, woah He's in love with gettin' stoned, woah He's in love with Janie Jones, woah He don't like his boring job, no And he knows what he like to do He knows he's gonna have fun with you You lucky lady And he knows when the

He hung on the windswept world tree Whose roots no one knows For nine whole days he hung there pierced By Gugnir, his spear Swimming in pain he peered into the depths And cried out in agony Reaching out he grasped the runes Before falling back from the