Dirt
in the city of the dead
how was your flight?
i'm glad that we met
ain't gonna wait 'til the day dejection comes
ain't gonna waste my time with the pityful ones (here)
you know that i'm kind
that i like to pretend
that everything's fine
that the rain is my friend
don't give a damn about fame if i gotta have a gun
ain't gonna like myself before i get something done (here)
i want to believe
i proceed with my choice
it's getting harder to breath
i'm losing my voice
oh yeah! never mind th ethings they might
Fading Fast
Fading FastÂÂ
(C. Caffey)
You thought that I was on your sideÂÂ
And I'd do anything for youÂÂ
But you found out yesterdayÂÂ
That you were wrongÂÂ
I opened up the doorÂÂ
I said we were throughÂÂ
Now you're calling meÂÂ
You want me back againÂÂ
But I've just got to turn my headÂÂ
And start to pretendÂÂ
I've never seen youÂÂ
You're someone I don't knowÂÂ
Are you just another boyÂÂ
That I met long agoÂÂ
You had me all to yourselfÂÂ
I thought that you were such a prizeÂÂ
I finally came to my sensesÂÂ
When I heard just one too many liesÂÂ
You can talk about old timesÂÂ
They don't mean a thing to meÂÂ
You're fading fastÂÂ
Out of my memory