Quote of The Day:

• One's mind has a way of making itself up in the background, and it suddenly becomes clear what one means to do.

Artist: Papa Roach

My mind has been shut down
My friends have been let down
What is the reason
There's millions of reasons

Single me out
Tear off my front
Make me expose what I conceal

Life is a bullet
The bloodstains prove it
It's tearing through you and me
Not caring about you or me

Now I could explain everything
You cursed the fire
Now fuck the flame
What is the reason
There's millions of reasons

Blindfold me now
Spin me around
Picking me up
When I fall down

Today I feel blue
My head is in the clouds
Separate me
My soul from my body

Feeling so lonely
I'm not the only one
Separate me
My soul from my body

I'm in love with too many things
And I hate every thing