"And... as far as the punk rock... I like the beat, but I can never understand the words. They look like they're always trying to swallow the microphone."
I sit here just hoping that the words will come to mind; when life makes me feel like I'm deaf, dumb, and blind. I can't shake this feeling that my life is just so slow. The next time I step is the next time I fall. I think I'll try to get it right, I'll try to get it right this time (x4). Where was I yesterday, or two days ago? The weekends everlast and the weeks go so slow. All that I am is a small speck of dust. You hold my breath in a faith based on trust. I think I'll try to get it right, I'll try to get it right this time (x4). I try - I still try, and sometimes I get through. I'm living and I'm breathing in all because of You. I know that my words are not barely enough. I'll give you all I am, though it's just half as much. I think I'll try to get it right, I'll try to get it right this time (x4).
