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sitting on a bench in a park on a saturday night waiting for the sun to arise to show me what i've missed in my life isn't it beautiful to envy their lives lying in the middle of streets waiting for my defeat isn't it great to think of how we've all just been beat let's drink threw the wholes in the walls and drug all our hearts with remorse staying up to hear your heart beat to believe in myself so quick so anxious to hold and be held in return let's just leave don't get carried away don't lose track or you'll lose concentration i wrote the song for december i hope she likes what she hears i hope she tears out her heart and leaves home and then drinks away all of her fears i wrote this song for our new year i hope it turns out half as bad because when the clock hits twelve all these people will be heading on back Lying to myself for the past few weeks keep on turning to my left because my saint is weak and i'm gone, broken down, in this world where i'm only an image Letras de cancionesKeep on stomping down to the same old beat and my life is like a record left on repeat I'm so lost in my mind and my angel just died am I standing here all on my own? i wrote the song for december i hope she likes what she hears i hope she tears out her heart and leaves home and then drinks away all of her fears i wrote this song for our new year i hope it turns out as bad because when the clock hits twelve all these people will be heading on back. From Letras Mania