Texty:
Atmosphere When Life Gives You Lemons You Paint That Shit Gold

to lookin down from them tall heels And who needs fame or fortune when you get the same love that the fame is snortin Future so afraid of yours that you strayed from the course and you

life this is life we all scream while we pray for dollars and we work for change its all the same, we all struggle sometimes you gotta say fuck you when

the skin don't fit you Sometimes you gotta get low just to get through No inspiration left to do your best when, nobody hates you more than you're reflection

with out you And I promise that I'll never say another bad word about you I thought I saw you yesterday, But I know it wasn't you, cause you

reason he?s even talking to you You can try to fix my broken wings You can know all the words to the songs I sing But you don?t need to know what?s

that music box chorus: daddys drive around, mommys work night shifts sweet dreams, sleep little precious lay down in that music box, escape in the sound of that

and water And when we get there You can sit there and stare From behind your mascara and your thick hair I'm aware of that pain you harbor The same

it for you how you not gonna drink it? if they fry it for you how you not gonna eat it? if they throw it to you how you not gonna hold it? touch it taste

for Apparently my only guarantee is a walk away The only guarantee in life is a life worth dying for The only guarantee in life is a life worth dying