Luyện nghe bài hát Trying To Kill M.E.

I used to love the 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 that I love most is trying to kill M.E.

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

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

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

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

Just 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 to kill M.E.

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

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

It

How many ways will it up, 8 months 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

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

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

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