Somethin’ filled upmy heart with nothin’,someone told me not to cry.But now that I’m older,my heart’s colder,and I can see that it’s a lie.Children wake up,hold your mistake up,before they turn the summer into dust.If the children don’t grow up,our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.We’re just a million little god’s causin rain storms turnin’ every good thing to rust.I guess we’ll just have to adjust.With my lighnin’ bolts a glowin’I can see where I am goin’ to bewhen the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.With my lighnin’ bolts a glowin’I can see where I am goin’With my lighnin’ bolts a glowin’I can see where I am go-goin’You better look out below!
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Wake Up
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