Letras:
Echobelly Everyone S Got One

Impotence, the price of a dark affair, It's more than a bellyache, There's something alive in here. What do I, what do I care now that it's over, What

s only the mess within in about to come out. La la la la la,la .... It's only the state I'm in, I'm about to come down, It's only the mess within is

Is it wrong to be alone, An adventure of my own, A celebration of myself and me, Discovering what i can be, The half a couple fantasy. Oh luck is on

this is just a game, Can anybody play, Can everybody win, Can you believe it, I may be lost, i may be blind, I may be cursing most of the time But it's

how lost, how lost, how lost, Was your weakness, momentary, Your devotion, temporary. It's a question of taste, like a slap in the face, It's a question

to be here, And things are not the same as expected, It's been a hard time. Oh to be wrong, There's no heaven in the sky, Have you ever, Well here's