: Blank page is all the rage Never meant to say anything In bed I was half dead Tired of dreaming of rest Got dressed drove the state line Looking for
Thoughts pass by like a river flow Must be hard to keep track where you came from I float down and stand right next to you But something is causing a
tell me now, where was my fault In loving you with my whole heart Oh tell me now, where was my fault In loving you with my whole heart A white blank page
tell me now, where was my fault In loving you with all my heart Oh tell me now, where was my fault In loving you with all my heart A white blank page
tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart? But tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart? Her white blank page
Blank page is all the rage Never meant to say anything In bed I was half dead Tired of dreaming of rest Got dressed drove the state line Looking for
am offering Every space in me for you to fill And I am coming clean I am promising If you?ll write on me your perfect will Then I?ll be a blank page
me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart? But tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart? Her white blank page
know that Made room for me, it's too soon to see If I'm happy in your hands I'm unusually hard to hold on to Blank stares at blank pages No easy way
When you're 16 Four years go You've fallen before you know You're now of age And you're thrown in a different cage And you're faced with another blank page
emotion, my rap style's devotion I got hosts for you Soviet peoples across the ocean My path releases, volcanic ashes Engage in the page activity is autographics
angel's everlasting true love ways I'll wait, I sow the seed, I set the scene and I watch the world go by See me go through changes, revelations to blank pages
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned Staring at the blank page before you Open
I am unwritten Can't read my mind, I'm undefined I'm just beginning The pen's in my hand, ending unplanned Staring at the blank page before you Open
the things you substitute? For me and all my thoughts of you It's eating me alive to leave you Maybe it's childish and maybe it's wrong But so is your blank
A tiny flame inside my hand A compromise, I never planned Unravel out the finer strands And I'm looking at a blank page now Should I fill it up with