Awww shit, theres nothing I can do I got a lots to say Like how am I supposed to chill when noone else be this way? Those who blow up become despised
When the rain caressed my skin, when I faced the raging wind, my spirit was alive, but now is dead. I feel nothing but pain, I feel nothing but hate and everything
me, cant get to sleep when I wanna do How would you feel if your lyrics just followed you? Everywhere you went from the street to the bed And repeated through the night everything