We never learn do we So I want to live in a wooden house I want to live life And live my life And have friends around We never change do we Where making more friends would be easy Never be cruel Be good to you

I'm not your robot, I'm just me I'm not your robot I would scream But I'm just this hollow shell Waiting here Begging, "Please, set me free so I can feel" Stop trying to live my life for me I need to breathe

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my

I live a dark life, I don't let people in They say I smoke too much, but this my medicine Don't get the wrong impression, I'm 'bout my presidents Rock star my life, look at the evidence And would you shoot for me? 'Cause I would kill for you I like the

I'm not searching the sky for a reason to live 'Cause I found beauty right here and found the passion to give, So let me give you my heart, let me give you my tears, Let me give you my life, let me give you my fears. This is my open letter, This is

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to

We're made to be together Don't you leave me girl I can't let you go I won't let you leave. One thing that I know Is that baby you were made for me for sure My life is in your hands, I live to be your man So baby no, no don't go, don't go Girl if you

And without you is how I disappear, And live my life alone forever now To un-explain the unforgivable, Drain all the blood and give the kids a show By streetlight this dark night, A séance down below There're things that I have done, You never should

Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, do he live No the nigga dies Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen You shot your bullet, but the bullet wwnt Desperado, do work for

They call me the workin' man I guess that's what I am It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me I get up at seven, yeah And I go to work at nine I got no time for livin'