much, just a token really, a trifle! What I want from you is - your voice. ARIEL But without my voice, how can I- URSULA You'll have your looks, your pretty face
She will fall out of the sky But in the face of misery She found hopefulness Feeling better She had weathered This depression Much to
Forfeit of reason I cannot forgive Dictates of treason Nothing more I'll give Wounds are familiar Scars will never heal Enamored depression Nothing more
all end up depressives obsessive about their deluded goal. Is this me? Is this everyone in every crap commerce? Everyone without love brought up in violence
a token really, a trifle. What I want from you is...your voice! ARIEL: But without my voice, how can I... URSULA: You'll have your looks. Your pretty face
t stayed. Your everywhere that I turn. And I think its time that you learn. Don't believe the trusted. There gonna bring you down. Just like a dog without a face. Your anicdote depressants
) i keep it in my briefcase it keeps me safe at my workplace cubicle gangster who's in need of his personal space angster of love who's unable to look girls in his face
crossed While you are missing from my life, its me who feeling lost, without I feel I lost Chorus: Look at her it?s a shame that she wont face the fact
What would we do baby, without us? What would we do baby, without us? Brian And there ain't no nothing we can't love each other Both Through. What would we do baby, without
address I went to the west to get my mind off things and I'm already depressed I give up. Get let down. Down play. Play games. Put on my game face Face
they wander around Leavin' people wonderin' when they'll touch the ground Hither and yon, here and beyond Wherever they never been before As soon as you're used to their face
poet, you got no hand, you can't catch it when I throw it. depression makes you copp dimes, until your brain crashes like the streets without traffic
is reality, reality is life, reality [Killah Priest (Hell Razah)] In the beast like orcra, swim across the border Walk upon the water, holding the minora Reaching for the tora, face
Whispers to me, my depression With a hint of murder Watch them, the angels are forlorn Watch them, they share my soul I hide my face to cry Why do I feel
jaw? Ain't there a child I can hold without judging? Ain't there a pen that will write before they die? Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
a head-on collision. He died instantly. I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral. My agony was so great I just couldn't come face to face with
-on collision. He died instantly. I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral. My agony was so great I just couldn't come face to face with him
with hate? is there a human alive aint looked themself in the face without winking or saying what they mean without drinking without leaving something without