This is the closest to this friend that I've been I hope you find it greener ground and bluer skies I hope you don't think less of me If I'm cold I don
GOLD AND A PAGER... [Chorus:] With a little bit of gold and a pager [repeated] Cool Kids Cool Kids Yup! Uh... Pedal down the foothills wheelies on
I?ve read your e mail?. It?s weird ! Your words were like daggers in my back. I never understood what my chance was To catch your heart flying away I
So please don't cry again you didn't get me I just don't give a damn Last time I tried someone killed my hope I started bleeding It was a knife at my
Open veins bloody beds the same fucking ends meaningless texts all time a few clouds in the sky I'll wait on my knees for the rain that never falls you
Your smell is everywhere ! ? Only a guy in love can do what you just did ? And I feel my heart being exploited Cause the mind is reprissing it ! I WANNA
So fucking down on our luck in the middle of nowhere If a god truely existed his name was unfair All the monuments the countless churches penitence,
Another day in this fuckin town Sick of trying, afraid to lose again Seconds sound like hours Hours sound like months The symphony of monotony We?re
In the name of freedom I write these words in the name of a rebel youth I'll cry out for revenge We were born against and we're going to die that way
Hidden tears in empty airports A promise was born Taking everything Doing Everything
a gift inside blue eyes on wednesday nights it seems they bright please take me away before they fade again not all the shining things have been made of gold
Forgotten folks run by desperation are going to fucking die by their own frustration A listless youth against future plans we're getting lost we hate
the same they never fucking change I'll keep playing around until you get the sound the sound of breaking up the sound of us breaking up We're heartless kids
I was born October, 79 My mom was quite young my dad was 25 They made a mistake and it gave me a life they said they wanted I guess they lied Young
try to look at me with different eyes Cause I?m still paying for my sins I know you?re gettin tired Hearing of stories about broken hearted kids But
This story is like a picture you can choose to paint it red or just leave it black ( I'm gonna leave it black) After tons of smiles tears always come
Vertaling: Get Up Kids. Bly Gold, Ponyboy.
