It seems things are indictive to. A distinct desire to observe such, heal such. Behave such that makes this hard for me I'm not real and I deny. I won't heal unless I cry. I can't grieve, so I won
They'll be making sure you stay amused. They'll fill you up with drugs and booze. Maybe you'll make the evening news. . And when you're tripping over your dreams. They'll keep you down by any mea
I work on the frontline. I work to survive. . And I sleep in a fever - so this is my life. I cry in my sleep - cry boy. Cry boy. . It just makes me weep. When I try how I try. I know what it
My body's all offended. Heats up a balloon. And I give back his shame. And I take back my power. My body is my own. My body is mine alone. And I deserve protection. And I can create it for you.