Luyện nghe bài hát Trying To Kill M.E.

I used to love the night and now I my bed
Using all the light is how my got spent
Torturous virus to my eyelids, walk in my size nines
Is this depression or a lesson from inner pressure
way, the fevers it deals me are evil

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

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

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

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

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

Just wanna ride out 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 thing and I should cling to it good
Are the sparks of good art that in the darkness
Shaking eyes me to write
But make me up quite nice ideas

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

It

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

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

The thing that I 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
was I thinking, who was I then?
Duly I tried, amen

Pull some paper out the printer, pick up a pen and pen the winter
The oldest cell in my body's 10 years old
With the smell of the kitchen, I dwell on the of my missus
Holding a and reminiscing
(I am just a who got a few years older)
Pull some out the printer, pick up a pen and pen into the winter