All the world’s a stage, but I’m no actor. I can’t play a role,
Jack never wanted to take the world by force, but sadly that was the only
Let there be light, at the end of this eight year tunnel. Don’t let us fall,
Mr. Wood is no good for this world, so he’ll write a goodbye
Look with your hands, at the things you dream. Don’t wake up, or
Rain falls up into the sky, while the trees turn to ash and blow away
A few days ago, you told me that you loved me. I have yet
I want to give up the ketchup, and go take on the
These are the doors that let you step into my fist
It’s time for clocks to sing, and cats to fly. It’s time for
At the end of every dark tunnel, there is a brick wall
If you can hear me, I want to tell you that me and the Hippies have a similar
I don’t want to sit and suffocate inside of my box anymore. I want
I’d like to feel a beautiful flower against my skin. It’s funny how roses
The apple wishes to stop pushing, but the apple doesn’t know how to stop