Pyscho analysis
Curse this morning, curse jams.
Curse my body for doing me wrong, curse the lungs that let me breath...For the next couple hours at least.
I quit smoking, just as fast as I started, feels nice.
I starting writing songs with my classical guitar again. I'm impressed.
I'm tired. I don't feel like writing.
Curse my body for doing me wrong, curse the lungs that let me breath...For the next couple hours at least.
I quit smoking, just as fast as I started, feels nice.
I starting writing songs with my classical guitar again. I'm impressed.
I'm tired. I don't feel like writing.