Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
I close my eyes, squeeze them tight, hoping that when I open them up again I find I was dreaming, or to find I am someone else. I ruined my life. And why?
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes
Sex. My fucking dick ruined my life. I caused myself so much pain just for a little release, I couldn't be happy with knowing one day we would, I couldn't be happy with jerking off in the shower. I'm so fucking depressed and it's all my fault.
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.
I've gotten drunk and high, by myself, with friends, just to shut out the voices in my head reminding me how I've ruined her life and mine.
There's a story in our town
Of the prettiest girl around
Golden hair and eyes of blue
How those eyes could flash at you
Boys hung 'round her by the score
But she loved the boy next door who worked at the candy store
Did I do the right thing? God forgive me, I enjoyed it.
What have I become
My sweetest friend
He would never do anything if I really hated it, I could have put up more of a fight, I would have told him to stop. How could I do that to such a good man? He never did anything to harm me before, infact he did the exact opposite, he only ever wanted to please me, make me happy, and I made him think he raped me. Lord, I hope you give him mercy, I have made him suffer enough.
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
Take one fresh and tender kiss
Add one stolen night of bliss
One girl, one boy, some grief, some joy
Memories are made of this.
I see her around Memphis every now and then and it drives me crazy. I can be across a busy bustling street but I can still smell the cinnamon and ginger of her shampoo, I can feel her fingers on my skin, caressing my world weary shoulders, just reminding me what brief relief feels like... and then the guilt comes, like a wave riding over me.
Beneath the strains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
I can't go on like this, this isn't life. But I suffer and it's what I deserve. I just can't go on like this.
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
The pain spreads to to every part of my body; every vein, every cell, my everything. Everything hurts. He's gone.
I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side
My life has come crashing down, why did no one tell me? Why did no one prepare me? Why couldn't he have said goodbye? Why didn't he give me a chance to say sorry?
I could pretend it was due to something else, but I know the blame rests on me. I killed him, I made him pick up that gun and aim it at his head.
Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
Lyrics: 'Hurt'
'Man in black'
'Memories are made of this'
'Ballad of a teenage queen'
All by Johnny Cash
