This, this is not my life This, this is not my life This is not my face This is not my place No it's just isn't right This, this is not my life You,
Digging a hole down in your room I watched you disappear too young, too soon And you run out of stories to keep them entertained All of the vampires forgot
Time's a teacher yesterday You know I had nothin' but time Why'd you have to go away? I never got to tell you goodbye And time beats up on you Life
Funny, how I couldn't see This is not at all about you, it's about me Everything has happened the way it was meant to be Here's an opportunity for us
a light 'cause I need your sweet sunshine oh yeah, oh come on down, come on down and never leave my sky again shine your love light, love light, love light, love light
Riding down the freeway, I've got to stay free I need a little leeway and an angel to watch over me don't give up on me don't give up on me cause I know
will wash out as I shrink in my shoes and I won't always live and breathe watch me as I fade away we wake in the morning and work all day we dress up
Digging a hole down in your room I watched you disappear too young, too soon and you run out of stories to keep them entertained all of the vampires
Written by Tony Scalzo VERSE You can talk to me about powder kegs And how I'm sitting on one right now You can warn me about candles and whole things
As I wake I see a morning star through the window dimly shines its final statement at the closing of the day I've got a few more minutes of night time
Time's a teacher yesterday you know I had nothing but time why'd you have to go away I never got to tell you goodbye and time beats up on me life is
She will bring a little box of moonlight To light my way on such a very dark night Dreams so real they grow wild on the vine Until sundown, when she
Funny how I couldn't see this is not at all about you, it's about me everything has happened the way it was meant to be here's an opportunity for us
Written by Tony Scalzo VERSE Can you make it easier for me to understand, How you're holding my heart, in your trembling hands... Eyes that rise to
Written by Miles Zuniga This, this is not my life This, this is not my life This is not my face, This is not my place, no it's just isn't right This
I picked up the paper flipped through the pages reached for my coffee cup yes, I'm still waking up late in the day now what can I say now some folks