feeling won?t ever end This story never ending I?m closing doors that were once wide open In order to hide away from the pain But these feelings wont ever end These wounds
[Chorus - 50 Cent/Lloyd Banks] Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy Keep your eyes wide open
worse Even the three-legged dog still got three good legs to lose So you can stop and refresh the rules Breathe in, breathe out, let it heal all your exit wounds
don't talk no pocco Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy Keep your eyes wide open
scratch To cover my phsyical you need six feet of tape like IMAX So you can get the clear picture I'm old school with new thoughts and open wounds, pour
see through poisonous lies, deceitful Made you the last one on my list to speak to Yea, sticks an' stones break bones and kill Word wounds take long to heal I was wrong for real an' I ain't even
[Hook] The moon is full, you can't fake that light No room to move, nah the space got tight Don't need no knife here, we break up fights Put your good
open wounds, Hospitals and old men that chew stuff and spit chew, Old bitches that smell like a fish hut, They sit up at the mall on they break ache
What? what you think your wrecking? I break your stlye down to little fragments The pain is permanent, so spare yourself the embarassment Buck-fifty 'cross the face Followed by knife wounds
dear Brena Show me lonely and Show me openings To lead me closer to you My dear Brena (Feeling so) vulnerable But it's alright Opening to... heal... Opening
all begins could as well be my last time for real Never wanted to know, never wanted to see better open your eyes 'cause I'm breaking free Yeah, I'm breaking
gonna cry if you do Don't let me go, darlin', you know My heart is breaking in two Don't let it end, why can't we mend? These wounds left open so long
you think you're wrecking? I break your style down to little fragments The pain is permanent, so spare yourself the embarrassment Buck-fifty 'cross the face Followed by knife wounds
road We'll break it all open finding our way We might end up broken and wounded but baby it's worth it For even one day, for even one day Just to feel
on stage all singing. Remember breaking hearts and getting hearts broken? Lying to our parents on what we were smoking? Solving all our problems with bottles and women? Even
same parents. I sometimes wondered if we had the same father, but I always dismissed that idea as my mother was far too religious, my father as well, to ever even
. I sometimes wondered if we had the same father, but I always dismissed that idea as my mother was far too religious, my father as well, to ever even
