sound of the crickets performing our last song It was the first time; the best time, where I actually found hope inside hope inside! So spare your hospitality I am so blessed upon the phrase
Words and phrases are lining up in my head. I'm catching my breath before I lay another verse on the table. I can't sleep in this bed, until I get the
By Myself, I'm Here Alone In Tears, Now Days And Weeks Gone By Still It Feels The Same, I Wonder What Made It Go Wrong Loneliness And Silence And My
PHRASES A FULL BLOOM'S GLOW MELTS THE WINTER'S FREEZE I DON'T KNOW IF I SHOULD START WITH A BREEZE I KEEP FALLING OVER I KEEP PASSING OUT I AM TOO
I would be a liar, I would be the poorest saint. Clipped like the angels in the altar of a gentleman, Clipped like the angels in the altar of a gentleman
took Not even a novel just a self-pity tale written by someone that always will fail So very fragile inside That's why I hide it in the empty phrases
Can we stop all the screaming and shouting aloud Of catch phrases and slogans and chants unthought out? So emotionally driven with no room for doubt But
I'd never find the right kind of phrase The right kind, the right line, or the right time to say Almost anything that's right, the right kind of phrase
My eyes can't believe what they have seen In the corner of your room You've stockpiled millions of my memories Oh doctor, doctor, I must have gotten
My eyes can't believe what they have seen. In the corner of your room you've stockpiled millions of my memories. Oh Doctor, Doctor, I must have gotten
I'd never find the right kind of phrase The right kind, the right line, or the right time to say almost anything that's right The right kind of phrase
phrase,Babylon applauding for building an evilous world Follies and craze,ghetto youths skylarking,not seeing all dem twist & twirl Mockeries and phrase
My eyes can't believe what they have seen. In the corner of your room you've stockpiled millions of my, my memories oh. Oh Doctor, Doctor, I must have
fatal phrase I've waited all my life Stop waiting for It until that perfect time It's never perfect when everything is right Don't ever say the fatal phrase
fade to the sound of the crickets performing our last song It was the first time; the best time, where I actually found hope inside So spare your hospitality I am so blessed upon the phrase
miss me, now I haven?t seen you since that day, and all the friendship you said we had simple thrown away! I can?t believe it all the social phrases
with warm hands in my pockets, I suddenly remember... I'm trying to see something in them And asking myself: Is it just a stock phrase Or does the last
