Led Genda

HURT

I hurt myself today

 To see if I still feel

 I focus on the pain 

The only thing that’s real

 The needle tears a hole

 The old familiar sting 

Try to kill it all away 

But I remember everything  

What have I become 

My sweetest friend

 Everyone I know goes away 

In the end 

And you could have it all

 My empire of dirt

 I will let you down

 I will make you hurtI wear this crown of thorns

 Upon my liar’s chair

 Full of broken thoughts

 I cannot repair 

Beneath the stains of time

 The feelings disappear 

You are someone elseIf

 I could start again 

A million miles away

 I would keep myself

 I would find a way

 I am still right here 

50 states

50 lines

we were young

all that time, wasted

I get the blues

I get high

I'll explode like dynamite

I guess I'm hard when I'm soft

And I'm cold when I'm feeling hot

Forget what I said, forget what I did

It's not what I meant, so can you forgive?

But I can love you like Hell

Put you under my Black Magic spell

I'll make good of my bads

I'll make nice of all that is sad

Forget what I said, forget what I did

It's not what I meant, so can you forgive?

Forget what I said, forget what I did

It's not what I meant, so can you forgive?

Forget what I said

Can you forget what I did?

O, let me forever weep:

My eyes no more shall welcome sleep.

I'll hide me from the sight of day,

And sigh my soul away.

He's gone, his loss deplore,

And I shall never see him more.

Take a look at us

Hate where there was lust

The trip like honey

Lust don't mean a thing

When all we do is shout and scream

It's almost funny

We're like clowns

Tumbling into town now

Love is on its way down now

It's such a lonely sound

Mouths that once exchanged

Kisses in the rain

Are full of hate now

It all seems so absurd

When every sentence and every word

Is so painful

Clowns

Tumbling into town now

Love is on its way down now

It's such a lonely sound

We're just clowns

Faces with painted frowns now

Love is on it's way down now

We are only, we are only clowns

We're just clowns

Tumbling into town now

Sat on a merry-go-round now

Such a lonely sound

Clowns

Faces with painted frowns now

Love is on it's way down now

Such a lonely sound

Such a lonely sound

Such a lonely sound

Such a lonely sound

Such a lonely sound

her name is cigarette...

Another weekend and I feel so low

All dressed up but nowhere to go

Just a voice on the radio

To make me feel good inside

It seems so long since those crazy days

Hot summer nights and long lazy days

Then we both went our own separate ways

Trying to feel good inside

I got so close, I had you here in my hand

I'd turn back time but I'm only a man

I'd give this right arm to see you again

But that can't be done

Now I don't know if you're alive or you're dead

All I've got is a picture of you in my head

If I knew you were happy, at least I'd accept

And try to feel good inside

I think about the times we had again and again

But there ain't no use in remembering when

We can't control time, the hand or the pen

Having written it just moves on

Another weekend and I feel so low

Just passing time and time moves so slow

How things could have been, I guess I'll never know

But I want to feel good inside

Just to feel good inside

I want to feel good inside