do you enjoy a little game do you still remember my name
maybe it's just me but i'm praying instead though sometimes i'm just myself
to blame every night i'm there but i wait feeling the need to hesitate
i'm ticking down i'm thinking if only just so many times i've left it too
trying to find the street
maybe just another will do it's one excuse on top of another
when my fighting style is long overdue i'm wasting chances walking the line
save me from this bitter decline how many times we're styling to make my move
you give me up just give me some time
you
frustration eats me from within
your patience is very thin
when will i ever win
must i always be
Freddy
The wister's blown I'm still on the line
The light's gone green
yet I couldn't find
My eyes are bleeding. Hitting my spirit's food
I pray for days when justice is mine
Thanks to yen
porque en�う
Thank you, Mr.��

Bye bye
See ya
guitar solo
I've got to run and savor the taste
I've got to learn to find the right pace
It seems you've taken over my every move
I'm overcome, my pride's gone to waste