according to me, my friends and a few medical professionals...
1. I steal pens from my bishop...and other authorities...i honestly don't think i've bought a pen in the last like...5 years? 2. I like to spit on hot metal...it's awesome 3. I like to superglue things to other things...like people to other people...people to toilet seats...lol ask pinkwaterbug... 4. I like to get hot lightbulbs wet...they explode 5. I am absolutely terrified of the crypt keeper... 6. I think i suffer from memory loss...but i can't remember... 7. I think if i grew out my leg hair...i could braid it... 8. Same goes for armpits...but due to a very VERY disturbing commercial...i'm NOT going there... 9. I collect shoelaces!! 10. I like to stare at people and cause them extreme discomfort...lmao...whoo...that was a good time.. 11. I consider most of these things a talent...
Feels like you're miles from here, In other towns with lesser names. Where the unholy ghost doesn't tell Mary or William exactly what they want to hear. You remember the house on Ridge Road Told you and the Devil to both just leave me alone. If this is salvation, I can show you the trembling. You'll just have to trust me. I'm scared.
I am the patron saint of lost causes. Aren't we all to you just near lost causes? Aren't we all to you just lost
Tommy, you left behind Something that will mean everything right before you die. What if you gained the whole world? You've already lost four little souls from your life. Widows and orphans aren't hard to find. They're home missing daddy who's saving the abandoned tonight. Wish your drinking would hurry and kill you. Sympathy's better than having to tell you the truth.
That you are the patron saint of lost causes. All you are to them is now a lost cause. All you are to them is now, causes.
Billy, don't you understand? Timothy stood as long as he could and now You made his faith disappear. More like a magician and less like a man of the cloth. We're not questioning God. Just those he chose to carry on His cross. We're no better, you'll see. Just all of us, the lost causes.
Aren't we all to you just lost causes? Are we all to you lost? Lost causes So all we are to you, Is all we are, is all we are All we are is all we are
[Choir:] Patron Saint, are we all lost like you? Patron Saint, are we all lost like you? Patron Saint, are we all lost like you? Patron Saint, are we all lost like you? Patron Saint, are we all lost like you? (Lost causes, all we are is all we are) Patron Saint, are we all lost like you? (To you, lost...)
Patron Saint, are we all lost like you? Patron Saint, are we all lost like you? Patron Saint, are we all lost like you?
Take what you will, what you will And leave. Could you kill, could you kill me If the world was on fire And nothing was left but hope or desire And take all that I could bring forth, is this hell Or am I on the floor over-desperate? Hold hands streaming of blood again? And then take full weight of me Guard my dreams, figure this out, It's me on my own. Helpless, hurting, hell Will you stay strong as you promised? Cause I'm stranded and bare. Meanness is washed up in all that I am Is God. Take this and all, Then grace takes me to a place Of the father you never had Ripping and breaking and tearing apart This is not heaven This is my hell.
I hear the screams outside my door, the threats to leave once more
It's raining outside... I want to run away to a better place where i can stay without fear, without hate... just somewhere safe
That's when I saw his face, against the rain, just a little boy crying again
It's raining outside... He wants to run a way to a better place where he can stay without fear, without hate... just somewhere safe
I'm outside my front door staring down the street, a hundred kids waiting...waiting to leave
Can we run a way, to a better place where there's no more figting, no more hate Is there somewhere safe? for us to hide our fear? anyone who cares to wipe away our tears? Where the grass is green and this grey world is gone... is there anywhere...anywhere we can run? Is there anywhere...anywhere we could run?
The rain falls down the windo, tears fall down my face...
"I never promised you a rose garden. I never promised you perfect justice . . . and I never promised you peace of happiness. My help is so that you can be free to fight for all of those things. The only reality I offer is challenge, and being well is being free to accept it or not at whatever level you are capable. I never promise lies, and the rose-garden world of perfection is a lie . . .”
according to me, my friends and a few medical professionals...
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