it's not just the pain
the pain in my back
that laughs in my face
my face every night
or the poison that took my lungs
that keeps me from feeling warm. but how could a rooftop view in london
look just the same as one in brooklyn?
nothing has changed but now i fight with words
and i can't see so good. and there's got to be more
much more than this. i got pages of dreams
they're covered in piss
and the poison that took my soul
it keeps me from feeling anything. and how could a rooftop view in london
look just the same as one in brooklyn?
nothing has changed but now i fight with words
and i can't see so good. and now i fight with the words
and now i fight with the words
now i fight with the words. and how could a rooftop view in london
look just the same as one in brooklyn?
nothing has changed but now i fight with the words
and i can't see so good. and i can't see so good. and i can't see so good. and i can't see so good.