Wig Out at Denko's

Always caring always mine Still always reaching for what isn't there It just isn't there at all The smallest doubt can swell and grow And all hope shrinks into indifference It makes no difference to me I was only five When I heard the tale of the lit

you say it's the crossroads the place we meet all I'm seeing is a dead end street think of where you're going think of what you said I used my heart 'till it was broken now I'm trying to use my head we'll bide our time and there we'll stay for you it

I can last a lifetime or be done with in a day I can be picked up I can be thrown away hope that I can bounce back after each and every fall I'm supposed to bounce back I am a rubber ball hope that I can bounce back after each and every fall but it's