Baixar Mais Tocadas: ouvir The Used

This poison’s my intoxication / I broke the needle off in my skin / Pick the scabs and pick the bleeding / And assume that it was all in vein

And it’s all in how you mix the two / And it starts just where the light exists / It’s a feeling that you cannot miss / And it burns a hole

The cup is not half empty as pescimists say / As far as he sees nothing’s left in the cup / A whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge / Since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up

From the way that you acted / To the way that I felt it / It wasn’t worth my time / And now it’s sad cause all I missed

It’s not enough to kill the past, be blind to history / And all at once there’s a black cloud coming made of gasoline / I see that you have set the price, made sure that nothing’s free / One way to move forward is to learn who’s stopping me