L'aria si riveste di novita mentre si asciuga la pioggia una voce mi raggiunge qui ma non riesco a sentire chi e chiamami chiamami chiamami ancora e
Yo, you up in some sh-t f-ck cause every word I utter's intense, you faggot f-cking with this is like punching cement I know your type, you clever with
i drink from your cup to feel i'm alive. i swallow this whole to define myself. i wait this out though time kills all things... but touch is a luxury
I'm like batman, I'm glad man, I swing my boomerang Clock stetsons heads on catch attention Grab retired mc's their pensions Dimension suspension, switch
Love serenade Soothe me with the morning sun Help me find someone Peaceful and non-judgmental Holdin' me back And make me feel whole with life And stay
Ohh Baby,Ah There's a chillin' guest room and it's coming from you I feel like a stranger I need an answer Tell me what you going through I saw you cry
Oh baby can't you see when you get mad at me Your eyes light up your face? Oh baby, just admit if both my wrists were slit You'd bandage them with style
Stole my pure intentions You are the sickness in between Let me in, I'll bury the pain You taught me to be sad as you You almost made me take it all
Fear, it's all the same Should I evolve to tend to these sights? Said out loud then said again If fate's so wrong you'll start to feel lightheaded By
Darkness spreads its lonely wings On the high horizons of our hopes and dreams As long shadows grow, now they're fading In the twilight of our hopeful
Something falls on the horizon I see a silhouette disappear And in the distance, I heard him cry As he fell deeper, into this (laughing) Dull is life
I don't what to call her! She's too vibrant for a name! Should I call her...Juliet! Yes, dear Helena! Yes, dear! And Cassandra, and Cleopatra, and
Love! You are love! Better far than a metaphor Can ever, ever be. Love! (Love!) You are love! (You are love!) My mystery (My mystery) Of love! (...)
While we used long fingernails to carve epitaphs into the floor You were scratching freedom from concrete Living in a world of gamblers and murder victims
This song is called It's a metaphor fool Sixteen names on my list But none of them could ever get me hot like this (Yeah) Got your scars on my wrist
Do you want to ride? Do you want to feel? Do you want to perfect your craft? My body is like a metaphor. It's holding me back, I'm looking for more.
[Verse:] You stole my pure intention You are the sickness in between Let me in, I'll bury the pain You taught me to be sad at you You almost made me
