7 acessos
How strange, nothing's wrong with me
But I’m making things worse by thinking they were
So bad when I feel this way
Ask me what do I feel? Now what did I say?
See signs so they see-saw my
Mind enough to worry, but not sick enough to die
Lord knows I’m a lonely man, so low
Lord knows I’m a worried man, and it shows
Crowd in close so we can plainly see
The person causing my pain is mainly me
Won’t talk, won’t sit wouldn’t help me if I could
The fire in my heart is burning slow like wood
So be consumed but still be left alive
I know that’s gonna pass soon and I’ll be sick enough to die