And I'd give up forever to touch you. 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be.

You have my heart. And we'll never be worlds apart. Maybe in magazines, but you'll still be my star. Baby 'cause in the dark, you can't see shiny cars.

I'll sing it one last time for you. Then we really have to go. You've been the only thing that's right. In all I've done. And I can barely look at you.

Turn the music up. Mustard on that beat, ho. Tattoos on my face, nigga (mm). Grill shinin' in your face, nigga (yeah).

You look so wonderful in your dress. I love your hair like that. The way it falls on the side of your neck. Down your shoulders and back.

Beautiful, dirty, dirty rich, rich, dirty, dirty. Beautiful, dirty rich. Dirty, dirty rich, dirty, dirty rich, beautiful.

Flies are buzzing round my head. Vultures circling the dead. Picking up every last crumb. The big fish eat the little ones.

I'm still trying to figure out how to tell you I was wrong. I can't fill the emptiness inside since you've been gone. So is it you or is it me?

(Doncamatic). Download me. Make up for the time you wasted. Come slowly. And claim back the boy you left behind. Close the white book.

I'm at a payphone trying to call home. All of my change I spent on you. Where have the times gone? Baby, it's all wrong.

I wouldn't try to throw myself away. If you asked me, I'd say. To be careful, my love. At death, we'll leave the same. If you want me to stay.

All through the night. I'll be awake. And I'll be with you. All through the night. This precious time. When time is new. Oh, all through the night today.

I might. Empty my bank account. And buy that boy a wooden pipe. Buy that boy a wooden pipe. I might. I might. Empty my bank account.

Voices, a thousand, thousand voices. Whispering, the time has passed for choices. Golden days are passing over, yeah. I can't seem to see you baby.

Well you can go it alone, I'll keep it inbetween. The pages of the book she burns and no one gets to read. The fingers pull your stitches tight.

And if you wouldn't mind, I would like to blew. And if you wouldn't mind, I would like to lose. And if you wouldn't care, I would like to leave.

Did all the words I never said. Hurt as bad as those I did? You know I never even cared. Not before you. If I could go and turn back time.

Abro los ojos y mi voz. Se quiebra de la emoción. Luces, aplausos y el telón. Se abre en cada función. Siento la música vibrar.

Some people walk the straight and narrow - some walk the rocky road. Some get the silver spoon and some get the heavy load.

Shock horror I'm down. Lost, you're not around. There's a lump in my chest that. Sends cold through my head and. My mind shuts sound out. I'm an auto pilot.

Oh, God! Lookin' at your last text. Damn, did you even really mean it? Did you even look through it, did you even read it?