Sometimes i feel dead inside. Makes me wonder. Is it me, is it me, is it. I don't know what to do with myself. I don't know what to do with myself. I could lose my mind.
Sleepless and struggling to pry. apart the memories you try.. So hard to hide from the light. over this long, lonely night.. . Thoughts linger on like a rash,.
( Traditional ). . Black is the color of my true love's hair. His face is like some wondrous fair. With the prettiest face and the neatest hands. I love the ground whereon he stands.
Well we're heading for a past that you leave not defend. Where the downtowns hold the sadness of you can't go back again. It's there you'll find the rust and debtors.
I'll always be by your side. Even when you're down and out. I'll always be by your side. Even when you're down and out. I just wanted to be your housewife.
Black widow and white wood. The darkness of a forest eerily returns. To stagger drunk like mud. Taking swings at your woman. Run!!!. Why does butterscotch taste so good.
born illegitimately. to a whore most likely. he became an orphan. oh what a lovely orphan. he was sent to the reformatory. ten years old was his first glory.
by morning I'll be gone. the highway will welcome me. to her warmth. let her arms lay down their guides. let her lead me into the sun. . I will go softly.
a pink moon is out tonight. and my heart is folding over. because i think she liked me. and i mighta had her. but he's got a real one. and mine's from the store.
do do not not fear. what pushes you over the line. evolution never stops. a revolution always costs. it all comes out. in a matter of time.
where are you going, black-eyed girl?. can you explain this tangled world?. i thought that freedom was a key. but here you know nothing's free. . at night i dream of being young.
it's two in the morning. . my beeper's going off. i'm naked, i roll over. enough is enough. these bitches always calling me. morning, noon, and night.
Make me want you to hold. All the white parts of. What I know. Only just as you let go. All the promise of a real man. Take it; take the picture of what you love.