Luyện nghe bài hát Trying To Kill M.E.

I used to 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 nines
Is this depression or a lesson from inner pressing?
Either way, the it deals me are evil

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

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

Bridge disappears fog in my ears
For this chronic fatigue, there's no tonic is
thinking is loopy to think of on and on weeks

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

General health making my health break
But I'll let go of what helps me create
Nothing to this point but for love
Love, torturous virus get out from my

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

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

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

It's like me enemy, me forget the pen dwelling
The madness and sadness is
But flashes of

It

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

Like the bridge through fog in my ears
There's no tonic it seems for this fatigue
I'm happily trading lately
For passion, that me a man at least, maybe

The thing that I most is trying to kill M.E.
The thing that I love most is trying to 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 some paper out the printer, pick up a pen and pen into the
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 just a child who got a few older)
Pull some paper out the printer, pick up a pen and pen into the