Luyện nghe bài hát Trying To Kill M.E.

I to love the night and now I dread my bed
Using all the light is how my got spent
Torturous virus talk to my eyelids, walk in my size
Is depression or a lesson from inner pressure pressing?
Either way, the fevers it deals me are

The thing that I love most is trying to M.E.

I have the queerest feeling of my dearest
To be from the ether, fear more fever
I don't like sleepers, drugs make me
Sleep is like death, to do death when you're

Bridge through fog in my ears
For chronic fatigue, there's no tonic is seems
Lucid thinking is loopy to think of on and on

The thing that I love most is trying to M.E.

General health making my mental break
But never let go of what helps me create
Nothing to this but for this love
Love, torturous get out from my eyelids

Just wanna ride out in the key of C
I won't bash the notes, I won't ask for answers
Glance up at the

The thing that I love most is trying to M.E.

The only good thing and I should to it good
Are the sparks of art that park in the darkness
Shaking hate me to write
But me think up quite nice ideas

It's like me enemy, telling me the pen dwelling
The and sadness is long
But of mastery

It

How many will it warm up, 8 months ago fate came
To me in somewhat and rake me on the flames
The queerest feeling of my dearest
To be leering from the ether, I fear more

Like the disappearing through fog in my ears
no tonic it seems for this chronic fatigue
I'm trading insanity lately
For passion, makes me a man at least, maybe

The thing I love most is trying to kill M.E.
The that I love most is trying to kill M.E.

was I thinking, who was I then?
Duly I tried, truly
What was I thinking, who was I
Duly I tried, truly

Pull paper out the printer, pick up a pen and pen into the winter
The oldest in my body's only 10 years old
With the of the kitchen, I dwell on the kissing of my missus
Holding a bowl and
(I am a child who got a few years older)
Pull some paper out the printer, pick up a pen and pen the winter