There's nothing to lose, when no one knows your name.
No one told me
The right way
I wanna rob
you of your game face
I can't find, my medications failed, again again
I surrender; I know I've been a pretender
lyrics messed up in my head. by the music that keeps me sane. and the words that spin my world.
I took the pills
I took the advice
The panic stopped
But still, I'm not right
Racing thoughts and wasted time
It's the same old story-line
This is my nursery rhyme
And it goes:
I believe in medication and I believe in therapy
And I believe in crystal light.
Cause I believe in me, yeah.
It's so uplifting, fuck yeah!
(motion city soundtrack)
Cause I will bring you down
I don't want to miss
I don't think you can handle this
You've lost what you can't find
Never what you had in mind
(sum41)
Of a getaway car that'll take me out of my mind, tonight
Plastic bags and paper hearts
All belonging in shopping carts
goooooooooooodbyyyyyyyeeeeeeeee - we wont give up the fight!
in fact, i wish your heart was mine
and i can hear the memory in my ears
back to the years and all those tears
(the rocket summer)
Billy Talent - "Nothing To Lose"
Need more friends with wings
All the angels I know
Put concrete in my veins
I’d always walk home alone
So I became lifeless
Just like my telephone
There’s nothing to lose
When no one knows your name
There’s nothing to gain
But the days don’t seem to change
Never played truth or dare
I’d have to check my mirror
To see if I’m still here
My parents had no clue
That I ate all my lunches
Alone in the bathroom
There’s nothing to lose
When no one knows your name
There’s nothing to gain
But the days don’t seem to change
There’s nothing to lose
My notebook will explain
There’s nothing to gain
And I can’t fight the pain
Charles Baudelaire:
Livet är ett sjukhus där varje patient är besatt av längtan att få byta säng.
Man måste alltid vara berusad. Det är allt, det är det, det gäller. För att inte känna tidens förfärliga ok, som krossar och tynger er till jorden, måste ni berusa er, oavlåtligt. Men med vad? - Med vin, med poesi eller med dygd, alltefter behag. Men berusa er!
Smart kille det där.
