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isn't it funnyto think about all the things that make us sadlike losing dreamsand kisses that don't mean anythingwhat does it bringisn't it funnyto think about all the things that make us crylike familyand the one time that your best friend liedwhat does it bringits time to sit down and reflectthe misdeeds you can't correctwe've all had our misstepsour shoelaces are raggedand our heart rabidhave the faces become woodto burn if you couldyou won't say goodbye though you shouldthe fire will pass by where you stoodits an opportunity and it's goodbut it's hotter than what you're prepared to doit's a realizationas you stare into the bayouthat you must lower your expectationsLetras de cancionesI've seen thatit brings hardship at such a fast clipbroken pride and a busted lipa wheelchair is your new bridle and horse bithow will you control yourself at this high idlewhen the words you say don't fitand the motion in your legs is nonexistentwould you say boredom is an emotion you feelbut cant ventall the memories sealed forever vacantfriends you can't even remembernor how the time was spentyou give in easy now like rag doll, it seems to be the onlyconstantI am a chauffeurthis life is overdrive where you want toI can't take you thereyour arms hurts when you twistan even the best docs and psychiatrists can'thelp answer why me why thisthey still think ignorance is blissdid you tell them what you missedthat your life is overand the chauffeur's been thrown outgolf clubs and baseball glovesbut you can't even get out of the dugoutyou hit a home run and try to laughyou see the ball and then zone outand it's your favorite thing to watch the weather channelwrapped in your best flannelyour eyes void you can't handle the honest precipitation orits stingwhat does the rain promisewhat does the pain bringforever a doubting Thomas, you begin to ask yourself abouteverything From Letras Mania