I'm a wanderessI'm a one night standDon't belong to no cityDon't belong to no man(Note: These lyrics were inspired by Roman Payne's quote from his novel "The Wanderess".)
I never took much, I never asked for your crutch, Now don't ask for mine.
Sometimes I ask myself how autumn smells? My answer: it's the smell of the autumn leaves firework and red wine.
Why don't you show me the little bit of spine you've been saving for his mattress?
I let the beast in too soon I don't know how to live without his hand on my throat. I fight him always and still. Oh, darling it's so sweet. You think you know how crazy, how crazy I am.
When something seems unbalanced and out of rhythm, just a song can tune things up in a moment. The power of music is therapy.
I won't forget when I couldn't go to bed with the lights offWhen I heard that voice call me in for the nightI remember when love was just a word and not a fightAll I had to worry about were broken bon...
Don't leave it all unsaid,somewhere in the wasteland of your head.
If you're looking to get silly, you better go back to from where you came. because the cops don't need you and man they expect the same.
you write your best lyrics when you most vulnerable
But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,If I am dead, as dead I well may be,You'll come and find the place where I am lying,And kneel and say Ave there for me,And I shall hear, though soft you...
And make no mistake, my friend, your pointless life will end; but before you go, can you look at the truth?
Don't care what people sayJust follow your own wayDon't give up and use the chanceTo return to innocence.That's not the beginning of the endThat's the return to yourselfThe return to innocence.
The past is a pebble in my shoe.
I could be anything but for the faults that I've acquired on my way.
you're the storm that I've been needingand all this peace has been deceivingI like the sweet life and the silencebut it's the storm that I believe in
Skies are crying,I am watching,Catching teardrops in my hands.Only silence, as it's ending,Like we never had a chance.Do you have to make me feelLike there's nothing left of me?
Silence guides the mind...
There ain't no money in poetry, that's what keeps the poet free. I've had all the freedom I can stand.
Fee-fi-fo-fum, you better run and hideI smell the blood of a petty little coward
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