Baixar Mais Tocadas: The Used

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
Small, simple, safe price. / Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets. / This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals. / And I am not afraid to die.