about my suicide Got no need to understand about my big surprise I won't beg to hang you up about my love of life If you promise not to sing about the reasons why
need to understand about my big surprise I won't beg to hang you up about my love of life If you promise not to sing about the reasons why I am writing
Traduction: The Cure. Les raisons pour lesquelles.
midst of all this negative condition Divided by beliefs, different sink and religion Why do we keep missing the point in our mission? Why do we keep killing each other, what?s the reason
Why do I get myself tied up Why tangle with love you borrow I should have been known as a one man woman Should have been one love but oh no Never be a cure
Reasons to be cheerful part 3 Reasons to be cheerful part 3 Reasons to be cheerful part 3 Reasons to be cheerful part 3 Reasons to be cheerful part 3 Reasons to be cheerful part 3 Reasons
unwinds And if our headlines become entwined You can have all mine, I'll be fine There's a reason why keeping me alive There's a cure in me that I wish
, it's all planned I'm blessed just to know you I've loved and I've lost just to hold you all night Can't find, a reason why God came, to you and I If
laugh you glow You don't even know, no, no. You don't even know. All this time moves by Still no reason why A little bit longer and I'll be fine. Waitin' on a cure
laugh you glow You don't even know, know, know. You don't even know All this time moves by Still no reason why A little bit longer and I'll be fine. Waitin' on a cure
laugh you glow You don't even know, know, know. You don't even know. All this time moves by Still no reason why A little bit longer and I'll be fine. Waiting' on a cure
you glow You don't even know, know, know. You don't even know. All this time moves by Still no reason why A little bit longer and I'll be fine. Waiting' on a cure
with niggas for Christmas Then turn to their female dog like "bitch, what? " My niggas squeeze triggers like they got arthiritis My dick big, that's why
jail. Can't see the way no more needles in my eyes, Rotten to the core hang me out to dry. Give me satisfaction or a damn good reason why, Cross your
