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 talk to my eyelids, walk in my size nines
Is this depression or a lesson from inner pressing?
way, the fevers it deals me are evil

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

like me enemy, telling me forget the pen dwelling
The madness and is long
But of mastery

It

How many ways will it warm up, 8 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

the bridge disappearing through fog in my ears
There's no tonic it 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 thing that I love most is to kill M.E.

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

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