I'm such a sucker For letting myself do What I did to myself by loving her Let's continue with this girl She left me here broken and hurt There's a million
need a friend A friend we can count on when we're in pain We all need a friend A friend to trust in when we've had a bad day A friend to guide us, stand
what I did with the raw Pick a time, let's pick apart some stores Pick a weekend for freakin' for figure fours I figure frauds never hit a lick before
in May I remind you that it's been a year since then? Today the landlady, she said to me "Your lonely friend just made a pass at me" Perhaps you might enjoy a
you that it's been a year since then? Today the lanlady, she said to me, "you're loony friend just made a pass at me." Perhaps you might enjoy a
in May I remind you that it's been a year since then Today the landlady, she said to me (what did she say?) You're looney friend just made a pass at
Blue portrait with green lips a look of serenity The sorrow in your eyes captured Moving forward a steady clip a search for tranquility Security's
a stone Porcelain portraits and silver medallions Plasticine soldiers that march in battalions Angels of mercy and lifelong companions Days when we sink like a stone There's a room somewhere with a
) Madchild: Shane's brain a hurricane, it's a death march, Never let your dream die, thats the best part Stormrider man I snap like a pit Axe murderer
're just an imitator Faker, five me a break, a taker See you laer with a litigator I'm from ja ma ica Not from warner, sony or rca We need a label based
cups The rap version of Mandela, call my bluff We still the street dwellers, feel my pain I spit a verse an' split a clip in the rain A foolproof when
words it brings along Why should I try? How can I try? I can't give you the seasons in a song I could paint for you A picture with a swirling world
look for a glimmer in his vacant eyes And I can't do a damn thing, 'cause I can't feel a damn thing With a hole in my heart that's a thousand miles wide
There's a portrait in a back room Which I keep for days upon, which I relent And gaze for hours on the muscle skin and bone Of some imaginary friend
rooms Making sure the last glass makes its way to the table empty And every bottle in the place Has been upside down at least a few times what a waste
time Bottles of wine, cuddled up with a friend of mine She a dime and in her physical prime So every time we grind, she get a chill up her spine Sign
But it's all But it's all For nothing This shall pass, megalomania This shall pass, megalomania Congratulations on mutilation For a life, for a life