And it's open. For distraction. You found all the words you need. Well I found nothing. I just grumble. 'cause I don't know what I feel. . The moral to the story goes.
Here in Monday seems like Friday. Happened just the other day. Tuesday faked for Friday morning. Then it started up again. . What would I do Monday's through.
All the way for I dare not. Buy it what am I supposed to. Do without you?. Life will never be the. Same when I picked up the pieces. Rock and roll legacy.
When it doesn't rain it snows. Yeah the cookie crumbles but in who's hand?. All things said and all things done. Life is short. . Oh I am young but I have aged.
I enjoy your show and I've been trying. To get through for quite a while. Well, we're glad you kept trying. Umm, I have this problem, last July, I was assaulted sexually.
Jeopardize. Looking through the eyes of dollars. Patience. Cracked away. Pigeons fly. Blow it all aside up into the sky. And believe me its alright. .
I can't keep up with myself anymore. Anymore of this and I might lose it completely. I might lose the lot. I can't keep up with myself anymore. I can't keep up with myself anymore.
I've been laying low, taking it slow. Put the game in the side. What's there to hide. . Tell me that you need me. Tell I'm a keeper. Tell me something I don't know.
pretty rain outside my house. come inside do let me out. climb up to the sun said heat. where everything will almost meet. . boast you boast. all the words you hold.
Born to be lame. In common wealth. What's with their blessed mentality. . Your superficial protocols. I say, i'm coming right behind. . Several things i've learnt.
Just one tear are shed for this. Just one tear. And not one more. Say you'll never do the same again. . Say hello. Say hello to the high life. The one you dream about.
Twisted and turned on the hook of ifnorance. Time and time again it made me bleed. Common people ordinary lives to live. . Everybody's bing what the're told to be.
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I found out. I can only be who I am. I can only do what I can. I won't try to describe the relief. . And the rush. Where did the panic and the racket begin?.
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Yeah !. . Feeling uneasy definitely ugly. And it makes feel guilty. Don't you feel sorry. In between polarity. My arms believe me courteous completely.
All the things I want to say but I can't. All the things I want to do but I won't. Hold me tight. Not too tight. I'm in knots but you tie me in bows. I feel pretty.
Originally performed by Moonspell. . Mother Tongue speaks to Me. In the strangest way I've ever seen. I know that she sees in Me. Her proudest child, her purest breed.