When I'm lying on Floor,. Starring at the door.. And tears are falling down.. . (Don't think I came back in alone). . Been lying here for days,. Soaking up the pain..
I see nothing but I hear your voice telling me I can do it. I want nothing, just to see your face to tell you I never knew it. But you mean to me more than it seemed.
I got new shoes. I'm walking new ground. I had old friends. But they're no longer around. I'm tired of the same scene. Playing over and over again. Some people saved me.
I Come From A Place Where They Get To Me. And Thats Why It Never Sounds The Same. Aint Nothin Change But The Chain In The Mother Fuckin Charm. Shits For Life So You Can Kill Leon Long.
While you fall asleep. It moves me. By the window's feet. It drools and crawls on knees. Why you want my niece?. It smothers me. Into the sea. . Slide all your troubles on my seat.
If all you say is true. Please let me see. And all you hear is filled with love around me. The tangling is through. The tangling is through. . You have made my own destinations grow.
I can feel the stain. You've left inside me. And I couldn't see. How far I am. How far I am. How far I am. From this endless tunnel. . I can't hear the claims.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. . Jack night in the coda house. All we wanna do is make ya bounce. Monifah, could ya turn me on. Show me what ya thing is all about.
Nigga listen. . Dead in the mist of this rocky storm. I sit and wonder what went wrong, oh, oh. My love had no delays. And my feeling, never faded away.
[mo] um, whassup baby. I missed you today. [man] you did, huh?. [mo] yeah, whassup, what's wrong with you?. [man] how many times did I beep you today?.
[Unverified]. . This is no town for the friendly, everyone here has a story. And in this maze of people, I lose my sense of definition. A page ripped from a book, I'm just a page ripped from a book.
Trapped. A game of roulette. A marble and wheel. Revolver and steel. While down on his luck. A grimacing drunk. He spins on his axis. On top of the table.
The vivian girls are the chosen ones. The vivian girls are the chosen ones. The vivian girls are the chosen ones. The vivian girls are the chosen ones.
Desperation takes to the streets. From out of the back of the house and into the streets. And you never know who you might meet. If he only plants one little seed.
What has become of Millicent Frastley?. Is there any hope that she is still alive?. Why haven't they found her?. It's rather ghastly to think the little child was not yet five.
On my relative blank memory. All photographs leave scars. Of your insect inspiration. In the ice forms on my windows. . My memories here are conjured up.
Into the vigil from hiding. His exile was now almost up. Pockets were teeming with spare change. And his mind was eating it up. . He'd savored the peace that he'd had but.
Lost in a paperback rain. Picking through books that you won't read again. Keeping your promises vague. Lost in the crowd in the circus parade. . Keeping your polaroids dry.
The surgeon was at the table with his hands on a rusty saw. The better angels of our nature were standing there in awe. The sculptor danced with his statue and caressing the flaws in the bronze.
Swell surging forwards. Eroding the land. A test of your patience. A test of your hands. . The presence of angels. A pall of thick smoke. On this table spill memories.