| Out of Me | |
| Out of Me Would a vast amount of wages get me out of this cold weather Hold me back from all the rages confusion racing in my bed I don't know what tomorrow brings But i'm sure i'll be up at 3 Everyday i see the sun set and rise then fall asleep Read about me Carved em in red Wrap it around when the fears pouring in Try to guard my ground to keep uphold the faith I want to be here But mother have been sick I won't be around when he hears u ring I'll get by when the feelings have come to freeze Like the dead Burried sick What do i get out of me? Why i've been lied and never make sense at all I am heaving with bad grace And i'll be like parrot who sing along | |