: Like many water falls I cry, Like something deep inside has died; Oh the hurt, the3 guilt, the pain, To know I broke Your heart again. And like a hurricane
we were young and not abducted, by our lives of misery I acted out but now there's just pain. Won't go away. It's like a weight of guilt, pressing my shoulders. The broken
: Another child Fell to earth from guilt and lies Didn't have no sense in life His time is wasted In came the widow black It was a foul attack A letter
A granted wish for a demon's kiss Drew lust for more and mental twists Across the simple minds of men And no one here was watching them As they broke
] Another broken warrior shattered by life. The faces starring down on me, from the rocks above. Their empty eyes accuse me of my pain and my guilt, slowly
hate Designate your love as fate A one world state As human freight The number eight A white black state A gentle trait The broken crate A heavy
to me). protecting my injured heart. the puddles on the grey concrete can't reflect the warmth you hold inside your breast. rain can't wash away the guilt
of my heart's sound what's worth to me when life's not around i will sleep tonight to sleep tomorrow if i sleep at last a promise has been broken the
the lives of me and you, but you know... it could have been different dad. The word brings back a sweet memory. I'm sitting on a bluff on a broken tree
final one-way trip exchange Pensioned off into the Third World Where they named her Flushing Range And in '88 she broke in two, probably because of guilt
God said it I didn't have to stick with folks that sniff no coke I didn't have to fix the block when shit was broke Same cats I helped was twistin' smoke
dance In Manhattan's desert twilight In the death of afternoon We stepped hand in hand on Broadway Like the first man on the moon And "The Blackbird" broke
through my hands. I see the light. I see the end. I see a frail hope, crushed by the weight of the world. My will is broken. Sinking, always sinking.
take a long time to love It's gonna take a lot to hold on It's gonna be a long way to happy, yeah Left in the pieces that you broke me into Torn apart
for a Badman This is the Badman's Song Guilt in the frame of the looking-glass Puts a shine on the mind where reflections pass Where the jigsaw pieces of a broken
not alone All i need in this life is one, One thing to believe in I've seen many a face From young and too old I've stolen their faith and I have broken
. Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks. Would you be my little cut? Would you be my thousand fucks? And make mark leaving space for the guilt