26 acessos
Why should I
feel so bad?
when they say there's joy
to bereave
but when the blues
come creeping in
they bring all that suffering
It's my soul
It's all I own
and I can't control
Sometimes I cry
I must confess
I sleep ok but i don't
get much rest
It's my soul, babe
It's my soul
I don't know why now people
Just my soul
I can't control