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 head got
Torturous virus talk to my eyelids, in my size nines
Is this depression or a lesson from pressure pressing?
way, the fevers it deals me are evil

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

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

Bridge disappears through fog in my
For this chronic fatigue, no tonic is seems
Lucid thinking is loopy to of on and on weeks

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

General making my mental health break
But I'll never let go of what me create
to this point but for this love
Love, torturous get out from my eyelids

wanna ride out life 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 to kill M.E.

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

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

It

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

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

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

was I thinking, who was I then?
Duly I tried, amen
was I thinking, who was I then?
Duly I tried, amen

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