no, hesitation
no, the things that I've
done wrong you want to know
but do you want to know?
one wrong desire
leaves one more bullet
in my head
i'm breaking
it takes one small
compliment
that could save this boy
from the life he spent
but we're writing in his
eulogy we didn't know
how could we know?
no conversation
no cigarette to start it up again
no room for heroes
they're aleady dead
we're breaking
i believe that i will be remembered,
and i believe that i will be forgotten by a few
but even if this life is never-ending
we'd get the forks and get the cake
and come on boys let's celebrate