Full Grown Lyrics & Chords By Field Medic

Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has...read more

It's cold And lately, I've been feeling tired Of everyone I know And I'm positive that it's obvious That every time I'm out, I wanna go home And every time...read more

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I hate everyone I love for keeping me anchored to this earth it's in all their god damned support that I can't leave behind a happy corpse with a smile on my face and a...read more

You can't ever look past the way that you yourself felt Talk to yourself, well, that's the meaning of self help And don't beat yourself up in the pursuit of self...read more