Paralyzed. Nothing's getting through to me. Hypnotized from all my surroundings. I wanna be something I could never be. I wanna say things that I could
First you tell me it's over, Then you try to get me to stay. I'm so confused, What am I gonna do? You pull me in so you can push me away? The minute you
Слушай мой рассказ: Вчера я был на высоте, Ездил в Макдональдс на такси, Платил за всех, Мс'ил на тусе, Раскачал 500 человек, Шампанское, сигары, V.I.
You know fairy tales don't come true, not when it comes to you open up for the first time, and you can bet that it's the last time And I'm cool with
Why can't you just admit it, you've had it You're sick of me You're fed up with all my bad habits You're sick of me To your lies you've become so desensitized
I took a ride on a February morning Just getting over it and dealing with the mourning I started thinking out loud I'm so sick and tired of being sick
Standin' outside, y'all It's raining, children Gettin' soaking wet And it's raining, y'all Been put out, y'all Nowhere to go, children People all ask
Salgo y me empiezo a encontrar Mas despierto que anoche Ahora ya puedo pensar La la la lluvia me hace despabilar Y en este tren mis zapatos Son distintos
I'm sick of that song about how you lost your lover I'm sick of that song about how you treat your mother I'm sick of that song about [Incomprehensible
Oh, oh, yeah (Ooh, ooh, oh, oh) You got me feeling crazy It's like just listen What I got, couldn't feel any worse It's like I'm possessed, under some
G-g-golly Sandra, you've grown up really crazy Have I been too denying of you? G-golly Sandra, you've grown up so crazy Have I been too untrusting? To
You know fairytales don't come true Not when it comes to you Open up for the first time And you can bet that it's the last time And I'm cool with laying
How sick of me must you be by now? While you're standing just outside of what your pride will allow Always reaching into yourself to find a new way to
Oh baby, whatcha gonna do? Oh baby, whatcha gonna do? I am sick and tired foolin' 'round with you I get up in the mornin' fix you somethin' to eat Before
Perhaps the wind itself from old myth sweped the dust away, In a sleep of a beauty frigg caused the fear. Ah worried, worried is Balde's mother, So worried
Under black age toil we live That night the stars shot madly from Their spheres and we're raging like a violent storm And the moon that was no crescent
Always hanging around. Putting people down. Tell 'em what to do. Always talking shit. I'm so sick of it. And i'm getting sick of you. I'm getting sick
I'm sick of food So why am I so hungry I was sick of you But I don't mind seeing your little face I was sick of love So I just stopped feeling But I
