letra de sadsack - maybe
it seems to me, as i can see, most types of things aren’t meant to be, for states of being, schools of thought, are simply luxuries we’ve wrought
we being the harbingers of hatred known as people, and no degree of empathy we keep’ll
stop the stipulations of this life, ere we regulate the next one
diametric beaten paths to die are the eternal questions, nothing to stress on
have no misgivings, for the art of living is positively negated, quite overrated, remnants of dated ways
walk on the gr-ss, don’t you know it was meant to feel?
don’t let a man in a suit tell you what is real
don’t you know h-ll is hotter than the diamond ring you bought
learn to love the things you cannot touch
i’ve been trapped in quotidian rehashings of the life i’ve lived, the things i’ve never dared to say, so taciturn and turned away
and of the fairer s-x i am a pallid scholar, but no extent of essays read will call her
out on all the moments she usurped, so unreasonably infrequent
the egregiousness it takes to flirt is a miserable sequence, never obsequious
to her constraining, or my complaining, i feel but pain in the interim, easy to give in, harder to count the days
time she stopped when she walked through the paneled door
time i stopped theorizing like all the times before
stop and stare, and take the stairs as a means of escalation
whenever you think it’s too much, it’s never enough
letras aleatórias
- king isis › letra de macho man - king isis
- habstrakt › letra de call me - habstrakt
- nonnsha › letra de are you ever coming back? - nonnsha
- screwloose_nucore › letra de sickness - screwloose_nucore
- voces del rancho › letra de corrido del güero - voces del rancho
- romano brasil › letra de características - romano (brasil)
- dad hats › letra de no good, very bad - dad hats
- mira skoric › letra de datuma dva - mira škorić
- swish da god › letra de we get it - swish da god
- t h u s o black › letra de (love me) for myself - t h u s o. black