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So solid, stone-solid pain |
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Sitting on my rooftop, staring at a garbagecan |
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Give me just a real good credo |
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to get me through the day |
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It seems to me that they all retreat |
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Newspaper's writing all about my big defeat |
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Couldn't care less |
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what they say about me on the street |
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I give myself away |
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And nothing is alright |
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And nothing feels ok |
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I give myself away |
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and I have gone astray |
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I give myself away |
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And everybody knows |
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I still miss him... |
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Found a straycat and I took him in |
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Fed it and gave him some love |
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cause he looked so thin |
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Now he's doing fine |
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but look at the mess that i'm in |
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Everybody knows, 'cause everyone can see |
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just about all that is wrong with me |
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Everybody claims with just one look |
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you can read me like an open book |
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I don't have an armour, I don't have a shield |
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Sitting here and waiting for the pain to yield |
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Don't know how to pretend |
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I give myself away |
