(Now) 7 days a week 1000 words I shouldn´t speak
I
Some say I am skin-deep
Some say I ain´t sincere
But believe
I know I have found a perfect way to aggravate
Hold on to what you believe
You´re more than they can
I swear there were times
When I felt a little more
My stereo´s a liar
Those mix-tapes are cheap alibis
But sometimes I
I wanna take you for a ride
Need my best friend
you´re heaven sent
they clipped your wings
could you hear me calling
when
Giving in
Thinking knives into my back
Lost for words
Screaming bullets throu
She plays boys like a game of cards
And dances to
You were so quick to say good-bye
So tell me did
Do you feel like going overboard?
Like almost drowning in a
