Sick of the way I am feeling Waking up, watching myself slipping Should I just take out my eyes? No longer want them for this life Acting strong only
can touch us here. We took the van one night. The three of us, contraband, and our bikes. The city was left behind. Our own vacation, our own weekend, our own fear and loathing
've finally gone straight down I can't deny it, I lie and loathe Loathe, you fucking loathe You fucking loathe Loathe, you fucking loathe You fucking loathe You fucking loathe Loathe
The first seven years your skies were oh so clear And you knew no pain in those days Then I came along and life started going wrong Both yours and mine
Compassion is shit. Soft-spoken words and a look of concern. The fire is lit. Emotion will never extinguish these flames that inaction has built. What
Bad at being me I sweat and shake profusely when I see A girl I like I'd rather ride a bike I push it off on God Expect him to solve everything and I
expect me to If you won?t love me now Then we?ll be nothing after So you had better stay Lest I take my love away You don?t want to lose me But you?re loath
[Verse 1:] tongue tied and out of time, called bluff just to stay alive one more night. Count my, my thoughts out loud, And bury, me alive with your ace
that smile Off your shitgrin face Beaten down dog Pungent urine stench Streams of disgust Puddles spread to lakes Boot to face intakes I loathe, I loathe
As darkness stole me away One evening of sober grey She alone did not laugh As I walk the devil's path Without your moon and your sin I could not find
save me from my self save me from giving in give me the distance i need give me some distance so i can breath wrapped in a cloth of deceit i made this
sick of the way i am feeling. waking up watching myself slipping. should i just take out my eyes? no longer want them for this life. acting strong
And I wonder just who I am Can you see ?cause I think I can?t Just for the love and see if I am Wonder if I am This for the love that can see from the
Why do you do the things you've done and how dumb would you have to be to do them again like I know you're going to? If you're the poet you say you are
번역: 컬터스 인것. 몹시 싫어하다.
번역: 떨어진 멀리 떨어. 사랑 그리고 혐오의.
번역: Gotti. 거절 싫은.
번역: Lettermen. 롱 아일랜드에 공포와 혐오.