I've been passing the time by making terrible rhymes To fuel the dilution that this confusion is the only peace of mind I'll ever find. Another solipsistic soliloquy, fucking c'est la vie. How do you get your foot in the door to a place you've never been, that'll never let you in. These days I forget reasons I had to wake up for. Useless introspection, shadows and reflections they follow me around like the burden that I think I am. To make due though "what's been up with you?" is my master plan. Day dreaming disasters, my words to the masters are what are you waiting on? Complain about what I can't live without, yet life goes on. How do you do my honeydew? I'm terrible but how are you? 4034 PLU, how do you do my honeydew?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
