| "When I'm Gone" | |
| Tied to a history thats a little obscene, stolen from the pages of a magazine, Or maybe it was something from the silver screen? Running through the city like a thief in the night, Everyones in color Im in black and white, Nothing left to lose, no one left to fight. When Im gone, will they hear my song, They make elusions in Hollywood but got it all wrong, When Im gone. So Ive taken Dims place on the center stage, This is the sound of my torment not the sound of my rage but who I am and who I want to be are never the same | |