CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Lonely
I got chocolate on my arm from when I used to feed you in the bed and told you that I loved you even though sometimes I never meant
I roam the streets of Louis V, looking for a call girl to take home
But the problem is I can't send texts, your man ain't got no phone
I found a Desert Eagle in a garbage can, I don't remember where so don't ask me when, I can't tell you. All you need to know is that I'm safe wherever I am and that there's nothing you could've done to force my own to hands from letting my soul out of it's cage or-
To keep me from holding back this silent rage, this ain't Silent Hill but I'm losing mental age, I'm ripping books out of one page from your heart
I'm sorry about the cardiovascular problems you got from being hypnotized by my blue eyes from making you strip all of your strength down and I make you fall behind
This cursed voice it follows me wherever I go
Tells me I'm mad, "No"
I'm just paralyzed from my own anxiety to keep writing damn songs like it's Pre-K poetry to these f**kers, those damn suicidal suckers. F**k em really
I just wanna accept the positive things about me, my sexuality, all the above
Hell even I'll circle C
That's how desperate I am to get my own questions right
I am the demon king
There's nothing left for me (what's f**king left for me)
I roam the streets of Louis V, looking for a call girl to take home
But the problem is I can't send texts, your man ain't got no phone
I found a Desert Eagle in a garbage can, I don't remember where so don't ask me when, I can't tell you. All you need to know is that I'm safe wherever I am and that there's nothing you could've done to force my own to hands from letting my soul out of it's cage or-
To keep me from holding back this silent rage, this ain't Silent Hill but I'm losing mental age, I'm ripping books out of one page from your heart
I'm sorry about the cardiovascular problems you got from being hypnotized by my blue eyes from making you strip all of your strength down and I make you fall behind
This cursed voice it follows me wherever I go
Tells me I'm mad, "No"
I'm just paralyzed from my own anxiety to keep writing damn songs like it's Pre-K poetry to these f**kers, those damn suicidal suckers. F**k em really
I just wanna accept the positive things about me, my sexuality, all the above
Hell even I'll circle C
That's how desperate I am to get my own questions right
I am the demon king
There's nothing left for me (what's f**king left for me)
