Wake me up when September ends.
I walk alone.
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go.
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.
Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
I’m just a shadow of a life that I used to know.
Do you have the time to listen to me whine?
I hope you had the time of your life.
I wanna be the minority.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
Don’t want to be an American idiot.
She’s a rebel
Stuck in a world that she hates.
I’m not a part of your redneck agenda.
Are we the waiting?
I don’t want to live without you.
I’ve become what I can’t be.
Give me novacaine.
There’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right.
Well, I’m considering a complication.
To live and not to breathe is to die in tragedy.
We’re going down in history.
We’ll make it if you believe.
We’ll all go down in history.
When I come around.
I heard you crying loud.
Sometimes I give myself the creeps.
Everything is gonna be alright.
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies.
I reject all the ones who try to act like someone else.
The world is a sick machine breeding a mass of shit.
I don’t feel any shame, I won’t apologize.
The class war is hanging on my wall.
Now that I’m ‘the minority,’ I can say what I want.
I’m not an idiot.
It’s not over ’til you’re underground.
I am one of those melodramatic fools.
I take a look up at the sky, not a cloud, but then again, maybe I won’t.
So what if you lived, you’re just a minor threat.
Welcome to Paradise.
Do you ever want to be yourself again?
The worst is over now.
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me.
I scream at the top of my lungs.
Because the ink hasn’t dried on the signs.
Searching for a place called home.
No one can see me, I’m invisible.
I’m a loser and a user.
I’ve been waiting for a long time for this moment to come.
I can’t make it on my own.