getting sick making an experience childhood cruel wicked father's touch so new love it seemed became untrue wounded little silly heart childhood cruel
making an experience childhood cruel wicked father's touch so new love it seemed became untrue wounded little silly heart childhood cruel
Traducció: Wolfsheim. Infància Tractes o Penes Cruels.
age What my father was into sent him to his early grave Then moms started chasin that base, like Willie Mays My childhood was all of 40 nights and 40
it's her time She's so scared, it's unbearable Can't believe God could be so cruel, so cruel Couldn't she held me tight, childhood fright I'm so scared
is a stage A play will now begin There once was a child With a dream in his mind And a thousand things to learn But with each passing day His childhood
of understanding Nicotine smears, long, long dried tears, invisible tears Safe in my own words, learning from my own words, cruel joke, cruel joke Huddled
life, holds me spellbound [DAY: Autumn runes] On the scars of old runes, thousands of forgotten memories and hopes Are carved in stone, symbols of my childhood
joy, Anger was hidden deep down, never could be found, I fell in love with the sound of rap it was bound A genre I could relate to, Also, I had a great childhood
You drift away in a bitter dusk by scattering the snow that held angel-like images in our blurry memories of childhood. escaping every when, who or why
, In dreams I revisit thy sea beaten shore: But alas ! in a far foreign land I awaken, And sigh for the friend who can meet me no more O ! cruel fate !
There's a baby crying, A new born who won't be content When he becomes a man he'll wonder where his childhood went He'll feel the pain of life, Choke
a thousand times down the long black rows Then battled with the angry weeds so little seeds could grow Come summer Mattie pulled the snow from cruel
Reporters came around and asked for interviews So little compassion, so icy cool They say you were a poor boy, you know that life can be cruel Hate builds up from childhood
t you already shown us enough? Oh, my god, how times have changed This girl's either blind or completely deranged Ah, but time seemed to halt When I was Miss Baltimore Crabs Childhood
me wellFfor all their patronizing smiles this frame remains a prison cell. The mirror with its cruel laugh Reflects this ageless face of mine In taunting ways as if to say 'Childhood
