Đóng góp: One time weekly rate 12 by 12' room
Straped down the bed now pump up the valium
My mind is wide asleep
My conscience deep awake
The promises I keep
Are not the ones I make
I count the constant causes
I lost count of regrets
A surplus of good intentions
don't provide me with content
All I want is just a little content
One time monthly rate still no breathing room
Pressures building up so pump up the valium
I choose the beaten path
I've been to where it leads
Why I keep coming back
A mystery to me
I found what I've been seeking
It's too late for me to care
My aspirations leaking
from a hole I can't repair
Maybe I just don't want it repaired.