I know that you're not too enthused you've got just me around all night. I'm totally boring, I don't interest you at all to say the least. You think I'm made up of straight lines, always contradict myself.
this is the song dedicated to addiction. or obsession call it what u like,. its very unhealthy it can make the sane go crazy. it can make the sane go crazy.
you talk a lot. and say too much every day. youe annoying. and you make me sick anyway. you should dig yourself inside a hole. who to say?. but you wanna be the wise guy.
She creeps into my head. So many mornings. What am I supposed to do. When life gets boring?. . This fixation with her. It goes much deeper. Than just a photograph.
Something's on my mind. Something's change sometimes. I sit around out here and think. . Do you even know what's going on?. 'Cause I sure don't have a clue with you anymore.
The heater's on. The windows are thin. I'm trying hard to keep this warmth in. . I turn to her, she's sound asleep. Someplace I don't know. Doesn't matter how far you've come.
Thinking about the world. And what we go through. Thinking about you and me. And what we go through. Thinking about you. And them and what they put you through.
A town without trains. He runs to meet you. Rehearsed a first line. It's left him, thank goodness. And I've grown to accept. that people know the next steps.
We feel sick, broken down. Drug ourselves, underground. No one cares, we curse you all. We curse ourselves in hopes we fall. . Friday night and I made the best of it.
Come and have a look, beside me, a fine line of tears, part company. That's her handwriting, that's the way she writes, from the first letter. I got to this, her bill of rights, part company and what will I miss?.
first things first. youe just so clueless. youe a piece of shit. youe so weak. i hate to be stuck on your side. and if i was. i probably have to quit.
I've been having bad dreams. A mother couldn't find her milk. Five days from Melbourne. I didn't feel too good myself. . Wool in the hold, a blaze in the sky.
Look at this shit called war. Where the poor kill and die to make the rich even richer. Let the oilfields burn. If the profit wasn't there they'd abort the mission.
I hear you skating on the ice. And wonder why you left me twice. The eerie sound of blade on lake. Cracks my skin and I fill with ache. But I don't want this heart.
Hey mom, concerned with what I've become. Suicidal maybe, satanic maybe. On drugs, on and off and back on. I'm an enigma, I'm pissed off at everything and.
"Baby you been there. [you my ride or die chick). nobody else was u my ride or die i love you forever. [baby you my ride or die chick)". . !Why do you do,the things you do, just for me;;.
Chorus. She's bopular Ery Nigga in. Da hood Done Fucked Wit Her. If U get da Ho alone. She'll Fuck fo' sho. Never have go to wait to. long to be a customer (to be A Customer).
You won't realize I'm venomous. You'll fall ill after hearing this. I can't think straight, I'll mix you up. No recipe, no formula. . I'm like a chainsaw, I'll spit and sing.
Aye you a bad ass bitch. on the real i had to come over and say something to you. . Bad bitch gucci shades no panties in a rover. all pink on dubs wit the mink on her shoulders.