why don't you write about happy times
"i don't know what you saying"...
i can't hear myself, most of my laugh are faked
i can smile even when i'm broke
... i know about that but i need a million things
gimme the light of mine
what are you trying to...
i don't trust you,
you know that woman don't talk much
i am the language
sit down let me educate you
i am the black board, you're the chalk
my blood is the paint, my sweat is the water
my heart is closed to your illusion
i'm on the same shit, just on a different shoe
love
Jane Influnce
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