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

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

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

Bridge disappears fog in my ears
For this fatigue, there's no tonic is seems
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 mental break
But I'll let go of what helps me create
Nothing to this point but for love
Love, torturous virus get out my eyelids

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

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

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

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

It

How many ways will it warm up, 8 months ago came
To break me in somewhat and me on the flames
The queerest of my dearest appearing
To be leering from the ether, I more fever

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

The thing that I love most is 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
was I thinking, who was I then?
Duly I tried, truly

Pull some paper out the printer, up a pen and pen into the winter
The oldest cell in my body's 10 years old
With the smell of the kitchen, I on the kissing of my missus
a bowl 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