Sea shells raise hell to the soles of my feet. Why don't you open your minds to the sweet?. I tripped and fell down.... . Falling down deeper, down deeper within.
You cut me back down to size. Whenever you decide. Can barely stand the sight. Of your plastic grin against the light. . With a forceful hand we collide.
We once were one but now we just are over. We'll talk things out, perhaps I'll lend my shoulder. Now none is waht we have become, we're falling. Where nobody knows, inside the unknown, still falling.
Yeah, sure, now you walk in! you walk in now, four o'clock! you're. One hour late for dinner! You know, the school called me today and told me. You'd been playing hooky. Do you know that? who do you think you are?.
A little older, little wiser. With every breath I learn just a little more. And with all I've seen, I've finally made up my mind. Enough of this world.
Willin' to start again. Willin' to give another try. Willin' to pretend. But still so dead. . Willin' to comprehend. Willin' to give up on my pride. Willin' to forgive.
We've got the method of groove that grabbed your attention. Now that you're aware we're gonna give you the message. My father taught me many things. Living deaf, dumb, & blind will get you nothing.
In the stillness of the night my eyes are closed.. My mouth is wide.. I could see her face.. Her beautiful hair I could recognize.. . She looks at me cold..
If I knew what to do I'd do it.. If I knew where to go I'd get there someday.. If I knew where to fly I'd fly away, forget about life for a while.. But it never is that easy to just pick up and go and do as you're told like..
Deathbed - I bled - Downhearted. . Don't toss me out like your last cigarette. I'm one of your own. Bled my way up from under it. Tryin to fill that hole.
You give what you get. Nothing more and nothing less. Smile when needed to. Speak when spoken to. . I won't lead you astray. I won't lead you astray. Candyman....
If you're looking to tell it all - And save your soul. I know what you can do. You can start by letting me in - So we can begin. To mend these salted wounds.
I know my days are numbered. I've been in and out of phase. But these days keep passing me by. Good never comes my way. Try to sit back and relax. Try and think of something good.
I was beating my head in, head in. Against the wall. I was beating my brains dead, brains dead. Against it all. . Junk sick. Just here for the cure. .
I'm feeling like I'm still in the same old situation. I'm speaking but no one's listening, it's the same old conversation. But I know there's no hope.
I wonder how it would be if my mother was still around. The type of talk. The relationships we could have had. The three of us. Me, you, and dad. My mouth went dry.
And it was never enough. And it was never enough now. That heroin stuff. Traveling through Daddy's arm now. . Cuffed in that junk who knows if I would survive.
Humble prostitution. Sanitizing crush. Sesame hallways. Yourself is priceless with yourself is in. Lust. . Mushy me, mushy me, mushy me, bite. Gently sentimental.
Used memories are blasphemy. Vulgar show offensively. Hemophiliac in me. Sacred blessings, blessed me. . Hemophiliac in me. . Shallow persons hollow you.
No one knows what it's like. No one knows how it feels. Nothing else could compare to the fears I fear. And I've never been on my own. Struggling all alone.