She - Thomas Rusiak, Masayah

— We both seen eachother for over two and a half — something

Back then, I guess I was (for you) nothing, but nothing

Two years younger than you — ment baby…

You were hanging with cream, I was hanging with teens

I saw you and your big guy, having it clean

Never thougt you were gonna be mine and one day shine

That was then, now, 99's reaching…

The story of She — giving me trouble breathing…

You were alone, sort of.

You and your man

You and a plan that, damn, didn’t work.

Who’d understand?

You understood that.

You both had plans that hit the fan

Now you and your man split up.

Your head’s in the sand

I got worried when you told me: Homie, you do it for me!

— I stayed away, though, you were on my mind, only!

Still kicked back… I couldn’t deal with sneaking

Here’s a story of a She — giving me trouble breathing…

Chorous

I’m talking bout She with a trouble mind…

Time’s gonna deal with a trouble soul…

I’m living inside of your high but can’t inhale…

Talking bout He with a troubled mind

When time ain’t dealing with a troubled soul…

I’m living inside of your high but can’t inhale

— The fall of last year become december, I remember

You did to;

stuff ya used to do

But you still made me fall flatter than floors

You were sad, and I was there for your comfort, of course!

You tried to show love but something from above

Kept holding you down but I still hung around

You went through all that.

I guess I thought about leaving

, but you’re the She I’m talkin' about — giving me trouble breathing

— Sometimes I said that I had things on my mind

Wanted to say things but couldn’t find words to put behind

I admitted that.

That was bullshit caus

I was scared to create a fuzz just by talking about us

Just talking that crush-thing, I’m thinkin' don’t rush things

I hush things down just to stick around

— You strong woman with a hell of a past that ain’t leaving

Frustration’s a she, giving me trouble breathing

Chorous

I’m talking bout She with a trouble mind…

Time’s gonna deal with a trouble soul…

I’m living inside of your high but can’t inhale…

Talking bout He with a troubled mind

When time ain’t dealing with a troubled soul…

I’m living inside of your high but can’t inhale

— It seems like we can’t fade, but then again, well

First you went through hell, then I went through hell

How’re you gonna be having it?

Do tell!

Life inside of a mental cell is still hell!

Oh, well!

I need just one of my eyes to see the stars in

Your eyes, even if you have me crying!

— You know, you smile when you sleep, hard times even!

I know I love my little She giving me trouble breathing again!

Chorous

I’m talking bout She with a trouble mind…

Time’s gonna deal with a trouble soul…

I’m living inside of your high but can’t inhale…

Talking bout He with a troubled mind

When time ain’t dealing with a troubled soul…

I’m living inside of your high but can’t inhale