Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
THE HEAVEN'S ABOVE
TROUBLE TOILS WITHIN THE VERY BEING OF A WITHERED SELF.
I'M HURTING BUT WHO CONSOLES ME? NO ONE!
I AM OKAY.
I'LL LET THE SUN'S WARMTH COMFORT ME.
I'LL LET THE MOON'S SHINE KISS DOWN ON ME.
I'LL LET THE STAR'S GLITTER RAIN LOVE UPON ME,
FOR IF NO ONE LOVES THIS LITTLE WOMAN,
THAN SURELY THE HEAVEN'S ABOVE
ADORE ME LIKE CRAZY.
April 29, 2004
SUGE
I'M HURTING BUT WHO CONSOLES ME? NO ONE!
I AM OKAY.
I'LL LET THE SUN'S WARMTH COMFORT ME.
I'LL LET THE MOON'S SHINE KISS DOWN ON ME.
I'LL LET THE STAR'S GLITTER RAIN LOVE UPON ME,
FOR IF NO ONE LOVES THIS LITTLE WOMAN,
THAN SURELY THE HEAVEN'S ABOVE
ADORE ME LIKE CRAZY.
April 29, 2004
SUGE
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