I spent my night sweating through my clothes, and screaming 'til my throat ached like burning coals. Still it?s not right now that everything I know
I spent my night sweating through my clothes, and screaming 'til my throat ached like burning coals. Still it?s not right now that everything I
to do, yeah What cha gonna do? What cha gonna do? What cha gonna do Floyd? Do Floyd I got to know, I've got to know what you're going to do There's a
just the part 'Cause that would be too cruel a game to play Be sure or don't you give your heart It takes so long for me to mend Each time love comes
say Figured it all out, figured it all out And nothing stands up to biology And truth is built on shaky ground Depression's all I get from philosophy And do I really, do
And the rainfall But there's no rainbow People are painful Evil and angry, abused and afraid We all get confused By the moves that we made So I mend broken heart Make art and
your animals And your heart that is bruised but unbeaten And beating like a drum I will sit like a bird on a fence Sing you songs with a happy ending Swoop down and
A dozen roses Diamond rings Dreams for sale And fairy tales It'll make you hear a symphony And you just want the world to see But like a drug that makes
to be mended Picking scabs makes you relive the pain And what did we do? We threw it all away Do you see this? These incisions I make It's vital to my health and
last day Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart? You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars Regardless of who you are So do whatever
It's been raining for a million years And the weather just won't turn Try to build a fire round your place And the damned logs refuse to burn The braindead
a mountain of distorted vision Has me straining for a view Is it fair to say that it's Reflected (On my, my, my side) Reflected (A wall exists and if
You've got a way about you I haven't laughed since he's been gone He was a sad song playing Over and over for too long I loved him so much I was so sure
of this earth Make freedom at best a dream, at worst an insulting privilege. What space is there for self-expression and personal development When over
one only divinity could ever get da credit for and ima take her from da hood to da gucci store god gave her a o.g for a daddy bad broad for a mama from
And if I gotta go Does anybody even care? All I ever dream about It makes me wanna run and shout All I ever dream about It makes me wanna run and shout
livid and pallid and turgid and structured and structured and structured and structured and structured and regard and refrain, the sick and the dumb,
watch when I bleed (like a coward) I've got some right here for you I push you down on your knees (such a good whore) I make your dreams come true
