You teach me how to feel It feels all right There's nothing left to fear Finding myself The further I go Towards you You teach me how to love Parts
Outside comfort in the skin I am all that you're projecting Inside feel the rising tide And the revolutions deafening I was trying to hide my opposing
s nothing left to see, yeah yeah Because I like the way you move in the dark I like the tension, the tension and the spark The decadence of giving into
The light, it flickers Your light, travelling down so deep Illumination I have been cold, I have been blind You have come to change my mind I can put
(Shut up) For all the anguish, And degradation For every time I needed truth And you were faithless But disappointment, self-deprecation But living
I do not want anyone, anyone who really wants me, Every one that I desire, wants to be with someone else. . . I find it so amusing. Isn't that the way
I've got a plan to make me rich and famous, Lucky for me, for you it's a bitch you ain't in, My plans are slowly changing, Fame is so contagious <
Are my lips unkissable? Are my eyes unlookable? Is my skin untouchable? Am I unlovable? Cynical, jaded, faithless, disappointed, disillusioned, used
away my pride I bit my lips, so I could block my mind I've called your name to others Just like a spinal chord Severed and broken but the spark still
You will like my sense of humor You will be addicted to my smile Laughing all the while And I will end each conversation I will leave the room with upper
had discerned about their bodies, In the dark They carried on, from the evening until the dawn Like they should have been all along Making harmless sparks
Sparks fly and I Find You there In the glow Then it fades away
bouncing cigarette All sparks will burn out All sparks will burn out All sparks will burn out All sparks will burn out All sparks will burn out All sparks
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O U S!) [Clue]Come on, my man Fabolous (uh, yea, uh) the album, Ghetto Fabolous (come on, uh, yo) Come on man!! [Fabolous] My gun go click and spark
complaint Don't let the structure wither The sinner, the saint Existing morals break Predicted lowering of stakes Erosion makes you slither Storm, sparks Severed, torn, apart Storm, sparks
some different path Inside my mind Needs out I wanna trip myself away But I better wait I better wait I better wait I get the sense of a spark so I follow
I accidentally touched my head And noticed that I had been bleeding For how long I didn't know What was this, I thought, that struck me? What kind of