Testo End Of The Line

She's walking round in emptinessShe's missing all the good she left in her prom dressShe can't take back all her regretsHer only hope is what she did she'll soon forgetYeahThe sky's a blur, my drug, my friendSometimes you can't avoid the lonesome bitter endShe's breathing in some nicotineAnd when she's down she'll drown this town in keroseneThis must be the end of the line, oohThis must be the end of the lineThis must be the end of the lineThe ganja boys, the locker thereMaybe the truth is just too much for you to bearYou can't avoid a compromiseMaybe this is just a reflection of what's on your mindThis must be the end of the line, oohThis must be the end of the lineEven all this time we're still making it fineEven all this time we're still making it fineEven all this time we're still making it fineThis must be the end of the line, oohThis must be the end of the line, yeah, yeahThis must be the end of the lineYou can't avoid a compromiseThis must be the end of the lineYou can't avoid what's on your mindThis must be the end of the lineYou can't avoid a compromiseThis must be the end of the lineThis must be the end of the lineShe's walking round in emptinessShe's looking for the good she left in her prom dress