27 کے بول

You want me to be Like you want me to be Easy to digest Cut into small pieces My body is too big Sharpen your knife I'm fucked up, man You want my pure side But I don't To narrow my passions But I can't You should accept me The way I am And I'm fuck up, man I'm fucked up, man You want my wedding dress Out of my closet I feel I'm too young You think I'm not I need you to saturate My cracked yearning soil Do you have enough water 'Cause I don't I'm still thirsty, man I'm fucked up, man I'm fucked up, man I'm fucked up, man 27 years It's too much for me 27 years It's too much for me 27 years It's too much for me 27 years It's too much for me I'm fucked up, man I'm fucked up, man I'm fucked up I'm fucked up