of shit, I wish now I would have taken bass lessons, sorry sorry Tom: So do I, I wish you did too Mark: I'm thinking for Christmas this year I'm going
i've been where it was happening i have made it happen i have walked down tiny lanes alone, for miles i have planned revolutions i have carved myself
Honey, you were good for me But I can't deny My need to be free grows I resigned myself to climb the stairs To your winning thighs And endless prayers
this Self-destructing dance that never would've ended till I Rose, I roared aloud here I will I am. I am I will So no longer Will I Lay down Lay dead
I'm a kreep, I'm a loser You're so very special, I wish I was special But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser I wish I was special, I wish I was special But I'm
when I heard my pops had passed I went to see him on the sick bed With my grandmother that day I knew it was the last I loved him but I had to grow
grows so do the lies It's hard to face the truth sometimes God, I feel so useless God, I hate myself when I try to get over you I hate myself, will I
I?ve been lately thinking about my life?s time All the things I?ve done, how it?s been And I can?t help believing in my own mind I know I?m gonna hate
MEREB I have it. For years I've been stealing from the palace. I thought maybe, someday, I could use it to get back to Nubia. But if I can send my
one-fourth of a dysfunctional home I had a father who only stayed to see me grown When I turned twelve he was gone Alone, no role model I used to watch
into my soul to see if anybody?s home, if there?s any kind of light To tell you the truth, I hate to be all alone by myself in the dark I thought this
again I can hear some sirens somewhere but I don't know why My evil twin runs home again Search lights look for an alibi, but I'll be home by then
bags dropping with plenty of cane for recopping oppurtunity knocking its what I'm on I cry when I'm at home cause I'm alone 24 years and grown with a
bags dropping With plenty of cane for recopping oppurtunity knocking Its what I'm on I cry when I'm at home cause I'm alone 24 years and grown with a
signs find me I don't want to hate, I just want to grow; why can't I let me live and be free?..but I die very slowly alone. I know no more ways, I am
i would still make it back home On a highway no bulletins no street signs, no other cars, no radio, no satellite I still make it back home Connected to
lost it, but I got too much to lose Say what you want about Joe but I stood my ground Bitch, I get it up myself you just put it down They say I put my
I gotta ask myself Why the fuck is it so easy to detach myself Maybe it ain't you Just something I lack myself But if these wounds are self inflicted I can patch myself