If you are the cloud, then I am the snow. If you are the rain, then I will not grow. All of the asperity you have sewn. . If you are the voice inside of my head.
1, 2, 3, 4. . Got sick and we cut our lips on universal truth. Got tired of askin' you to help me tie my noose. I'm a bad dream, I'm a wet dream. . She's a chip off the block, he's a bucket of bones.