I can't seem to write every song.
Every time I try, I just want it all.
They say that life is beautiful.
They can't get pass on these obstacles.
You are so much confusion inside of my head, like a song and a loser, kind of wishing I was dead, ******* sting a spiphany.
And the other side is it a scream.
I got nothing ever, as it seems, beyond a smile, agony and scream.
I write these songs just so sing can't be happy.
Everybody's leaving wise everybody so to see.
Take my heart.
I don't want more time.
I don't ******* need I'm stuck in these places in between my minds.
It makes it all.
I just want to finally feel right.
But I'm screaming out and begging you in a begging place.
It all to sleep tonight.
Could you come here?
Go?
Did you say begging you?
I can't seem to write every song every summer.
Try. I just want it all.
And they say that life is beautiful, but I can't give fast on these oss and colds.
There's so much confusion inside of my head, like a song and illusion.
A Kind of wished I was dead.
I can ******* stand epiphany.
Every other side is in a screen.
Nothing is ever as the seals be on a smiling little leg in the screen, shipping how you the in pin truly.