My Song
It doesn't make him want to occupy this life
Hiding all the things he prays the world won't find
Still it makes him run away so paranoid
Beautiful son, without your guns, you'd be someone
Beautiful son, without your guns, you'd be someone
Nothing in his mind but childhood memories
It doesn't make him want to live those years again
Hair is finally growing back over his wounds
Still it makes him want to hurt the ones he loves
Beautiful son, without your guns, you'd be someone
Beautiful son, without
How Do I Feel
I was free
when we met.
You were eating a burrito.
With a girl.
Some brunette.
At El Teroscos.
Then you smiled.
Like you knew.
That someday we'd be together.
And together we were for a while!
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Oh!
How do I feel?
Ever since I walked away from you.
I missed you for real.
Every day of my life.
How do I feel?
Now that it's over.
For the thing that I miss the most,
Is missin' you.
I was lost.
For a while.
Every place brought back a memory
Of a kiss,
Or a smile,
That you gave me.
Now it's changed.
Well I guess.
More and more.
I miss you less and less.
Sometimes it's hard to let go!
chorus
Oh!
How do I feel?
Ever since I walked away from you.
I missed you for real.
Every day of my life.
How do I feel?
Now that it's over.
For the thing that I miss the most.
Is missin' you.
Sometimes,
you get trapped in the time of your life.
But you know it
Gets a little easier
Over time.
How do I feel?
Now that it's over.
For the thing that I miss the most,
I miss the moody,
walks in the rain.
I miss the poetry,
I miss the days.
I miss the sad songs,
I used to play.
Chorus
For the thing that I miss the most,
Is missin' you.(thing that I miss the most.