She was only 17 and forced to blame it on herself that she hides away to tame the pain she feels she was fallen to a scene a drunken man a violent
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When it rains I don't mind Let me stand here all night Did she take her whole life Let me know she's alright [Chorus] And every time it rains
Turn all the lights down low Try to fade your apathy Made up a world where you can even be you Star in a tragedy Shadowed voice on an open court
not easy to win did I drink too much could I disappear and there's nothing that's left but wasted tears There's nothing left but wasted years If
They change your faith It's gone to far to name the way you see The things they'll change Your life and control your mind I can't relate to it [
Whatever you became Blame it on my fame Always away from you Sold my life for a song Whatever you killed The blood got on my face See it took over
I could take every fucking word she says Throw it in her face but would she even care I still remember when she looked at me that frown upon her
cold rain Wit you in my life ain't nothing's gonna change God willin', we still be doin' our thang When my six-pack's faded and rap is outdated But thats many years
sunglasses, spider man first week is what I'm tryna do when I hit the streets Cause my album Go HAM [Chorus] [XV - Verse 3] Yeah, year of the Squarian
too much to say Mr. Bonkers leads a simple life No motor car no house no wife It's cold, he thinks As he washes up in the sink While the spiders go bananas
turn from the chauffeur You test me, you just see We mix hands with guns, that's the hood's UFC And me? I never had gear (nah) but since last year I swore
Forty odd years or so She was buried in the back With the English and the natives Slaughtered like sheep Women and babies Lot of blood and tears Three hundred years
see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain Little sister, he will be back again I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain Spiders ghosts hang
Armed with just a candle and then my soul Cryptic messages written on the floor Rats are nibbling at my feet, I send one off to nevermore Too much darkness, spiders
years I learnt to play my part. Never too rushed, never with feeling; all this applied in life as well as art. Janie at the strings like a spider,
sleeping less every night As the days become heavier and weighted Waiting in the cold light a noise A scream tears my clothes as the figurines tighten With spiders