Luyện nghe bài hát Trying To Kill M.E.

I used to love the and now I dread my bed
all the light is how my head got spent
Torturous virus to my eyelids, walk in my size nines
Is this depression or a from inner pressure pressing?
Either way, the fevers it 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, fear fever
I like sleepers, drugs make me sleep
Sleep is like death, to do death when you're

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

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

health making my mental health break
But I'll never let go of what helps me
Nothing to point but for this love
Love, torturous virus get out from my

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

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

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

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

It

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

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

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

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

Pull some out the printer, pick 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 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