Luyện nghe bài hát Trying To Kill M.E.

I used to love the and now I dread my bed
Using all the is how my head got spent
Torturous virus talk to my eyelids, in my size nines
Is this depression or a lesson inner pressure pressing?
Either way, the fevers it deals me are

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

I the queerest feeling of my dearest appearing
To be leering from the ether, more fever
I like sleepers, drugs make me sleep
Sleep is like death, to do death when you're

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

The thing that I 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 get out from my eyelids

Just wanna out life in the key of C
I won't bash the black notes, I 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 good art that park in the
eyes hate me to write
But make me think up nice ideas

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

It

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

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

The thing that I love most is to kill M.E.
The that I love most is trying to kill 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 only 10 years old
With the smell of the kitchen, I dwell on the kissing of my
a bowl and reminiscing
(I am just a child who got a few older)
Pull paper out the printer, pick up a pen and pen into the winter