Barbuchon
09-07-2007, 11:37 PM
I thought I would share this one, hope you guys will like it, might not be perfect because I'm a french canadian, so here we go. Don't steal.
JUNKIE
You used to be a happy innocent child
But now things don't look the same anymore
Looks like everything you live is pure bullshit
And you don't want to handle it any further
You taught it was cool
Since so long you haven't felt that great
So you get yourself moving on
Running for highs and always more
You don't want to live
You don't want to die
You spend all your time
Between death and life
You are not to sure about what you want
Or what just happened in the past
Your mind is just to fucked up
But you are only ginvin' up
You lost everything that you had
Just to get numb one more time
But lately you just found out
That the battle won't stop
You taught you could handle it
But now you are just too weak
You can't escape what you've created
No, my friend, you'll get bashed again
The blue sky is from now on red
You don't wanna see what a big mistake you've made
So you close your eyes and pray for better days
But tomorrow, you'll make the same ol'shit again
Eventually the circle gets old
Your friends change to zombies
Everything beautiful start to die
The sun don't want to enlight you anymore
The moon becomes your only friend
You wrap yourself in shadow velvets
Trying to pretend your are in your element
You dispatch the truth from your tears
Life is passing you by
Yet, all you do is sit and wonder why
You look up at the sky with your fist in the air
"Why me, oh, why me..." You start to cry
You taught you could handle it
But now you are just too weak
You can't escape what you've created
No, my friend, you'll get bashed again
You make best friend with Anger
And you call yourself a hard punk rocker
Just because you handle your shit life
And you think you don't need anything anymore
Everytime you are alone without your stuff
You start to freak out, beging for altered states
Because you can't deal with yourself anymore
So you get out and start your theatre
Eventually the room is running out of spectators
People are tired of the same story over and over
You change city just to see what it could be
Just to found out the same sad history
You taught you could handle it
But now you are just too weak
You can't escape what you've created
No, my friend, you'll get bashed again
All that time all you wanted was peace of mind
But that's what happen when you deal with the devil
You sold your soul for what seems temporary butterflies
Just to found out all you were dealing it was lies
The song goes on, but you feel what I am sayin'
I could sing that sad blues forever and ever
'Til the day that junkie thinks it's over
That night, you could find him floating on the river...
You taught you could handle it
But now you are just too weak to last
You can't escape what you've created
No, my friend, today you won't get bashed again
All that time you wanted to die
Today, you collect your so called desire
Life could have been something more
But you spend all your time ruining it.
JUNKIE
You used to be a happy innocent child
But now things don't look the same anymore
Looks like everything you live is pure bullshit
And you don't want to handle it any further
You taught it was cool
Since so long you haven't felt that great
So you get yourself moving on
Running for highs and always more
You don't want to live
You don't want to die
You spend all your time
Between death and life
You are not to sure about what you want
Or what just happened in the past
Your mind is just to fucked up
But you are only ginvin' up
You lost everything that you had
Just to get numb one more time
But lately you just found out
That the battle won't stop
You taught you could handle it
But now you are just too weak
You can't escape what you've created
No, my friend, you'll get bashed again
The blue sky is from now on red
You don't wanna see what a big mistake you've made
So you close your eyes and pray for better days
But tomorrow, you'll make the same ol'shit again
Eventually the circle gets old
Your friends change to zombies
Everything beautiful start to die
The sun don't want to enlight you anymore
The moon becomes your only friend
You wrap yourself in shadow velvets
Trying to pretend your are in your element
You dispatch the truth from your tears
Life is passing you by
Yet, all you do is sit and wonder why
You look up at the sky with your fist in the air
"Why me, oh, why me..." You start to cry
You taught you could handle it
But now you are just too weak
You can't escape what you've created
No, my friend, you'll get bashed again
You make best friend with Anger
And you call yourself a hard punk rocker
Just because you handle your shit life
And you think you don't need anything anymore
Everytime you are alone without your stuff
You start to freak out, beging for altered states
Because you can't deal with yourself anymore
So you get out and start your theatre
Eventually the room is running out of spectators
People are tired of the same story over and over
You change city just to see what it could be
Just to found out the same sad history
You taught you could handle it
But now you are just too weak
You can't escape what you've created
No, my friend, you'll get bashed again
All that time all you wanted was peace of mind
But that's what happen when you deal with the devil
You sold your soul for what seems temporary butterflies
Just to found out all you were dealing it was lies
The song goes on, but you feel what I am sayin'
I could sing that sad blues forever and ever
'Til the day that junkie thinks it's over
That night, you could find him floating on the river...
You taught you could handle it
But now you are just too weak to last
You can't escape what you've created
No, my friend, today you won't get bashed again
All that time you wanted to die
Today, you collect your so called desire
Life could have been something more
But you spend all your time ruining it.