Breather II
by The smiths
Let it be reborn, invited, and I hate my ways now.
I looked possessed in a focus of pure hate
And I was gone forever, gone forever, gone.
I looked possessed in a focus of pure hate
And I was gone forever, gone forever, gone.
I didn't mean it and now I'm faded and wasted.
I'm throwing out the old.
I knew that I'd live it, admit it, my demons were beating me down.
I'm throwing out the old.
I knew that I'd live it, admit it, my demons were beating me down.
Cut out the black space, the blood and frustration of a wasteful life.
And I sent myself away with the medicine
Of another sleeplesss night, sleepless night.
And I sent myself away with the medicine
Of another sleeplesss night, sleepless night.
I didn't mean it and now I'm faded and wasted.
I'm throwing out the old.
I knew that I'd live it, admit it, my demons were beating me down, down.
I'm throwing out the old.
I knew that I'd live it, admit it, my demons were beating me down, down.
Demon, would I, would I be living?
My demon, would I, would I be living?
My demon, would I, would I be living?