Nirvana - If You Must |
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If You Must
Nirvana I can read, I can write Bless my greed, crease unfold I can breathe, proven fact Write some words, make them rhyme Is it me, or my ego Set the mood, something new Is it me, or my attitude Pieces for, story line If you want, to belong The extremes, acted out Practicing And you miss, the extremes Perfecting Pressuring Unto to me I will wade, in the fire Idle times, analyzing To explain, your asylum I speak, to hear, my voiceWe'll compare, all our sightings, come on |
