im a musician of all sorts. i take this personaly and passionately, however its not my main income focus as i have no income from it. but as long as i get to wail out what i want im happy
she put me off for another subject
so she could start a new experiment
she took my cross and she planted its concepts
into this feeling of my burning chest
she crossed my heart and she told me to die
cus she was mad at me that i was a whore
she stuck no needle into my eye
instead she put it where she knew it'd hurt more
chorus
so i laughed
i laughed to drown it out
so i laughed, i laughed, and i laughed.
until i could have sworn that i laughed
