Pink
Pink
Pink is a pale red color, which takes its name from the flower of the same name. According to surveys in Europe and the United States, pink is the color most often associated with charm, politeness, sensitivity, tenderness, sweetness, childhood, femininity, and the romantic. When combined with white, it is associated with innocence. When combined with violet or black, it is associated with eroticism and seduction...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPop Singer
Date of Birth8 September 1979
CityAbington, PA
CountryUnited States of America
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
On her way to a Marilyn Manson concert
And if I show you my dark sidewill you still hold me tonightand if I open my heart to youand show you my weak sidewhat would you dowould you sell your story to rolling stonewould you take the children awayand leave me aloneand smile in reassuranceas you whisper down the phonewould you send me packingor would you take me home
...And then one day you'll find, ten years have got behind you, no one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
The memories of a man in his old age are the deeds of a man in his prime.
All that you touch All that you see All that you taste All you feel.
How I wish, how I wish you were here...We're just two lost soulsswimming in a fish bowl,Year after year....Running over the same old ground.What have we found?The same old fears.Wish you were here.
A cloud of eiderdown Draws around me Softening a sound. Sleepy time, and I lie, With my love by my side,
I've got a strong urge to fly. But I got nowhere to fly to.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on. I feel cold as a razor blade, Tight as a tourniquet, Dry as a funeral drum.
Long you live and high you'll fly and smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry and all you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be.
Hey, techer leave those kids alone!.....We dont need no education......we dont need no thought control....
Now there's a look in your eyes, Like black holes in the sky.
There is no pain you are receding A distant ship, smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. When I was a child I had a fever My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I've got that feeling once again I can't explain you would not understand This is not how I am. I have become comfortably numb.