الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
I am writing
Out a letter
From an anonymous
Sender
And I’m hoping
I can push out
All the things that
Held me down
Like a clown
I am to you
Circus child
Far and few
Spit my tricks out
At your wins
Swallow down your
Criss cross sins
And I sit down
By my bedside
Think of all the things I’ve done
Out of pain
Out of rage
Cursing out
The rising sun
You put a gun
Right to my head
Blew me up
And found me dead
All those nasty things you said
All those bullshit words you fed
