Get Busy Living, Or get busy Dying–Fall Out Boy
From day one I talked about getting out,
But not forgetting about,
All my worst fears are letting out,
He said,Why put a new address,
On this same old loneliness,
When breathing just passes the time,
Until we all just get old and die,
Now talkin’s just a waste of breath,
And living’s just a waste of death,
And why put a new address,
On this same old loneliness,
And this is you and me,
And me and you,
Until we’ve got nothing left.
December 5th, 2006 at 8:51 pm
this is soooo depressing… I like it! Keep putting these kind of things on your blog . They are fun to read.
Taylo