Lyrics of the moment
I strongly strongly reccomend actually listening to this one if possible. It's a very sad and yet uplifting song at the same time.
Barlow- Walk Away
Christine's depression never seems to end
Cause She'll never be as skinny as the girls on 'Friends'
She got fat hips and thin lips, she's jealous of a Q-tip
She's take stupid over fat
She stuck her fingers down her throat for the very last time today
And she walked away
Malcolm's got his image
His rock and his Glock
If he lives to see 20 he will have beat the clock
He's got his ride and his pride and girls by his side
He makes a stand with the gun in his hand
He saw his best friend lying on a stainless steel tray
And he walked away
And the destinations clear ...anywhere but here
It Doesn't matter that you're lying in the gutter
It Doesn't matter that your brain's all cluttered
It Doesn't matter that you're covered in scars
You're never in the gutter with you eyes on the stars
So Walk away from the boyfriend bruises
And the shame of the game that your brain knows you're losing
And the job that you do it just robs you of who
You can be when you're free from this mentality
So you're home by the phone getting stoned all alone
With your chatroom friends, your Korn and Ramones
But the phone don't ring and Joey just sings 'Sedated'
You gotta learn to hate it
It Doesn't matter that you're lying in the gutter
It Doesn't matter that your brain's all cluttered
It Doesn't matter that you're covered in scars
You're never in the gutter with your eyes on the stars
Barlow- Walk Away
Christine's depression never seems to end
Cause She'll never be as skinny as the girls on 'Friends'
She got fat hips and thin lips, she's jealous of a Q-tip
She's take stupid over fat
She stuck her fingers down her throat for the very last time today
And she walked away
Malcolm's got his image
His rock and his Glock
If he lives to see 20 he will have beat the clock
He's got his ride and his pride and girls by his side
He makes a stand with the gun in his hand
He saw his best friend lying on a stainless steel tray
And he walked away
And the destinations clear ...anywhere but here
It Doesn't matter that you're lying in the gutter
It Doesn't matter that your brain's all cluttered
It Doesn't matter that you're covered in scars
You're never in the gutter with you eyes on the stars
So Walk away from the boyfriend bruises
And the shame of the game that your brain knows you're losing
And the job that you do it just robs you of who
You can be when you're free from this mentality
So you're home by the phone getting stoned all alone
With your chatroom friends, your Korn and Ramones
But the phone don't ring and Joey just sings 'Sedated'
You gotta learn to hate it
It Doesn't matter that you're lying in the gutter
It Doesn't matter that your brain's all cluttered
It Doesn't matter that you're covered in scars
You're never in the gutter with your eyes on the stars