So you think you've been through it all
But I can't help but wonder now
Yesterday I found my worst regret
I'll hide it away so no one ever knows
I'm dying
I'm trying to leave
Let me slip away, I'm barely holding on
Every now and then I feel the end of us
I never meant to say I'm sorry
And I'm not sad to see you go
We're human shapes burned on concrete walls
These days the sun don't shine here anymore
I find it pulling at me
A sea of troubles drowning
It's such a shame to feel you drifting
Let me slip away I'm barely holding on
Every now and then I feel the end of us
I love the way you breathe inside my head
But something's gotta change
I'm barely holding on
I'm barely holding on
"Green Day's all about being who you are, being a minority and not being afraid for anything else for nothing. You gotta be who you are and you shouldn't be scared about that. Listen to Green Day just brought out something that I never knew I had before, and if anyone tells you otherwise you just gotta give them the middle finger"
LOS 10 MANDAMIENTOS DE GREEN DAY:
1.- Amaras a Green Day por sobre todas las cosas.
2.- No mencionaras el nombre de Green Day en vano.
3.- Perdonaras a tu prójimo reggetonero y lo convertirás en un fan de Green Day.
4.- Respetaras a cada uno de los fans de Green Day, ya sea sweet rest como idiot fan.
5.- Escucharas Green Day a toda hora, en todo lugar y a todo volumen.
6.- Tararearas todas sus canciones en todas partes.
7.- Gastaras tu dinero en cosas de Green Day.
8.- Para ti ninguno de los integrantes es más importante que los otros.
9.- Admiraras Billie, Mike y Tré como los mensajeros del punk rock.
10.- (El mas importante de todos y el mas fácil) Serás tu mismo; no te dejaras llevar por las modas y los gustos de los demás, para ti la vida se debe vivir y no arrastrar por las mentes cuadradas de este mundo superficial...
♥
Amé al niñito, se ve muy lindo :3
Puta si se que siempre pongo esta canción en weas pero es que la amo con mi vida, me encantaa ! Tenía que ser de Green Day ;D
Jesus of Suburbia
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
From the bible of "none of the above"
On a steady diet of soda-pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with
But there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a Land of Make Believe
That don't believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living in my private womb
While the moms and Brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary-Jane
To keep me insane, doing someone else's cocaine
But there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a Land of Make Believe
That don't believe in me
At the center of the earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says "Home is where your heart is"
But what a shame
'Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures in a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the Earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really care less
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
Everyone's so full of shit!
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples
Of the Jesus of Suburbia
Land of Make Believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of Make Believe
And it don't believe
And I don't care!
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care!
Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
To live and not to breathe is to die in tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what to believe
And what I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist
So I run, I run away
To the light of masochist
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time!
I don't feel any shame
I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home