Who knew you’d be hated for being who you are And be a big target for all the insecure There’s a bullseye painted on our chests In the crosshairs of the ignorant But I am not your scapegoat anymore Didn’t forget and you’re not forgiven I won’t forget, I

She's alone in the new pollution She's got cigarette on each arm She's got the lily-white cavity crazes She's got a carburetor tied to the moon Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages She's got a hand on a wheel of pain She can talk to the mangling

(Oh oh oh oh) olha pagode aê, olha pagode aê (Oh oh oh oh) E as estrelas lá do céu eu vou buscar Beijos com sabor de mel eu vou te dar E pra nossa união Peço ao pai em oração abençoar Vai dando um jeito pra gente ficar O tempo que nos resta nesta festa

Strength of the mind Before I lose control Who can raise you from the fall and save you? Only you Who can take the pain away and change you? Only you Looking back on the life that I lived What I leave behind Mistakes and memories serve to remind (they

My arms are open (oh, oh) My arms are open I can't unfeel your pain I can't undo what's done I can't send back the rain But if I could I would My love, my arms are open So when you feel like you can't take another round of being broken I will be standing

Bruises fade father, but the pain remains the same And I still remember how you kept me so afraid Strength is my mother for all the love she gave Every morning that I wake I look back to yesterday Once upon a time there was a girl In her early years she

You're holding bits of styrofoam With your face painted on to your friends You listen to them whine and moan About everything you can't understand Can I just say I don't feel the light, But darkness descends once more into my life And suddenly we're all

And I don't know about tomorrow And the memory of a day like today Can get you through the rest of your life Bring on tomorrow (I've got today) When I am sitting in traffic some afternoon Or bored to death in some waiting room I am gonna close my eyes

Why'd you come in here lookin' like that All decked out like a cowgirl's dream In your high heeled boots and your painted-on jeans When you could stop traffic in a gunney sack Why you're almost givin' me a heart attack When you waltz right in here

(This is country music) So turn it on, turn it up, and sing along This is real, this is your life in a song This is country music Well you're not supposed to say the word "cancer", in a song. And tellin' folks Jesus is the answer, can rub 'em wrong. It