An underline, also called an underscore, is one or more horizontal lines immediately below a portion of writing. Single, and occasionally double ("double-underscore"), underlining was originally used in hand-written or typewritten documents to emphasise text. In a manuscript to be typeset, various forms of underlining were conventionally used to indicate that text should be set in a special typeface such as italics to show emphasis, part of a procedure known as markup. With the advent of word processing, different typefaces can be used in the manuscript directly, so that underlining is no longer needed for markup; but underlining is sometimes used in documents in its own right.
Underlines are sometimes used as a diacritic, to indicate that a letter has a different pronunciation to its non-underlined form.
In web browsers, default settings typically distinguish hyperlinks by underlining them (and usually changing their color), but both users and websites can change these settings to make some or all hyperlinks appear differently (or even without distinction from normal text).
Bad news may refer to:
Several minutes pass us by
Before I got a reply
All these words have caused this blur
But now I know I can’t live a lie
Are they always going to be here?
These hearts cant multiply
In another life
I see it so clear
For now I will say good bye
I can make myself believe
It’s totally heartless the way we see
There are many truths that don’t
Care how you feel or how I feel
It’s not something you want
Are they always going to be here?
These thoughts cant multiply
In another life I see it so clear
City in wait for fire
Unless the waves keep moving me like fragments
Like a drawing long forgotten
Are you still alive
Haven't heard of you
And for years I've tried
To keep it up, keep it moving
I ask are you still alive
I can hear you talking
It's the pain that makes me sick
I asked are you still alive
Polluting my air like a sandstorm
Constraining my will and movement
This fear is flattering?
Roaring up, roaring loud, makes me scream
Are you still alive
Haven't heard of you
And for years I've tried
To keep it up, keep it moving
I ask are you still alive
I can hear you talking
It's the pain that makes me sick
I asked are you still alive
It's a symphony, or a lullaby.
Hard headed down, rationalize
Did you take or bring?
I'm sorry now.
It is enough for now, it's enough for now
Sitting and wait for fire
Unless the waves keep moving me like fragments
Like a drawing long forgotten