s trying too hard to run away From everything she left behind And if she's gonna do this on her own Then she leaves tonight And they called her a runaway
Превод: Върховният. The (Runaway) Изпълнител.
) Love my darkness, I've made them heartless And in return, the have become my martyrs I've been in the poem of many a poet And I reside in the art of many a artist
where I store the juice And all that jazz Come on, babe We're gonna brush the sky I bet you luck Lindy Never flew so high 'Cause in the stratosphere How
love my darkness, I make them heartless, And in return, the have become my martyrs, I've been in the poem of many a poet, And I reside in the art of many a artist
psychiatrist tryin to explain what we write Explain whether I'm black or I'm white Explain cryin myself to sleep every night Explain slashin my wrists with a knife Too high
They love my darkness, I make them heartless, And in return, the have become my martyrs, I've been in the poem of many a poet, And I reside in the art of many a artist
