We're all just victims of a crime I'm missing you And some say this can't be real And I've lost my power to feel tonight When all's gone and can't be regained We can't seem to shelter the pain inside We've all been victims of a crime House full of roses

Feeling paranoid True enemy or false friend? I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets Feeling claustrophobic Like the walls are closing in Hello me, meet the real me And my misfit's way of life

Now you're just somebody that I used to know But you didn't have to cut me off Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing And I don't even need your love But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough No you didn't have to stoop

Que vida, la mía Solo quiero conversar, solo quiero conocerte Dame un poco de tu tiempo para convencerte Yo solo quiero ser tu amigo, y me muero por salir contigo Dame una señal, solo dame una mirada Si tu estas a mi lado, a mi no me importa nada Ya

One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine There are ten things you need to know (number one!) We rowed across the Hudson at dawn My friend, William P. Van Ness signed on as my (number two!) Hamilton arrived with his crew Nathaniel Pendleton and a

Need a girl that I can train She's a dove, she's a fucking nightmare Unpredictable, it was my mistake to stay here On the go and it's way too late to play I need a girl that I can train Turn your back and run now You haven't got a chance now It's

Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn't notice me They didn't even notice me, they didn't even notice me Hitting that bitch with the fire, notice me Hitting that bitch with some fire, he didn't even notice me Hitting that bitch with the fire, that

Hide or alone you make it feel at home Silence is not even there no more You make it feel at ease something to embrace A heart that's forever believing it Life ain't that good that it's worth dying for But baby I'll always take a bullet for you Hold on

I got too much sauce, sauce Know what to do with it You don't know what to do with it (Right, right, right, yeah, damn, right, right) There's too much sauce in the food for you Too much sauce Even though, I'm good without you I'm fucking with you

Even though we break up in the end Even if I knew you'd be the one that got away I'd still go back and get you Even if I knew you'd be my best and worst mistake Over and over, again and again I still walk in that bar a little drunk I still ask you what