I hate writing shit, it is so stupid
What's my problem today?
Maybe I'm depressed,
Maybe I'm not listening to what comes out my pen
Pain. . .Pain. . .Pain. . .
I hate writing shit, it is so stupid
Why do I feel this way?
It is in my eye
I'm in way too far
Can't it won't go away
Pain. . .Pain. . .Pain. . .
Before long my song is dying!
I hate writing shit
Ain't looking foward to it
What's fucked up, today?
Writing all this time
Feeling all that's mine
Come right out my pen
Pain. . .Pain. . .Pain. . .
Before long my song is dying!
Tell me now, I want to know
Is it me inside you see?
Ahh, it isn't fair
I got a little son inside me. . .free. . .
Set me free
It just sets me free
It just sets me free
Man made the cars to take us over the road
Man made the train to carry the heavy load
Man made electric light to take us out of the dark
Man made the boat for the water, like Noah made the ark
Man thinks about our little bitty baby girls and our baby boys
Oi jau cia turetu padirbeti viesuju rysiu specialistai.welcome to XXI century Negi nesimato kad rusai iki mano amziaus megsta vakarietiska kultura.ta pati muzika filmai drabuziai keliones.jiems priklauso ateitis te seniai pasilaidoja po tankais o ne jie
2011 m. balandžio 11 d. 02:16:53