for the first few minutes I actually feel like crying listening to her sing... and I don't even like Aimer's voice.
panic as another manic depressant Adolescent stares at death Now what's left when there ain't no guide And a whole lot of pride? It might be a homicide, so let the drama...slide We don't want no problems, B Get your name in the obituary column sheet 'Cause life is too short and it just gets shorter I wish I had a quarter for all my people they slaughter Last year alone, in the dead zone Walk straight but don't walk late *‘Cause I'm coming with a hate only made from what it made me* ‘Cause nobody ever played me Now it's only getting worse Buckshot and Ace in the land of the waste, kicking you in your face