I'm sick, I'm cold
It's like I'm 90 years old
I'm trembling, I'm mumbling
I don't even know what I'm told
Is it a chest pain, or a heartache
I can't figure what's the mistake
I'm broke, I can't talk
Whenever I breathe I choke
Is it me? or is it the world?
That never does a thing right
Whatever I'm gonna do
I end up being in a fight
I can't sleep, I wanna weep
I lost the most precious thing to keep
Without his love, I'm like a dove
Without the wings to fly above
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