produced & mixed by me


give me a break
don't break apart what's left of me
I know I can be replaced
so break apart what's left of me...

they speak from the abyss
they tell me lots of things
all of the damaged ones will die as all the angels sing
do you believe in dreams?
don't count too many sheep
the innocent will rot
no matter if they weep
and they say talk is cheap
but I can not buy memories
I see the raindrops falling down outside my window frame
work hard, play hard
this life we live really feels like a game
I'm tired of this shit already...

give me a break
don't break apart what's left of me
I know I can be replaced
so break apart what's left of me... (x2)

what's left of me.

JacobyMccrayTM