So here`s my situation;
my minds over populated with overwhelming amounts of bad news,
but once in awhile I get the feeling that you could change it all and maybe its worth a try;
I could fall right back even harder and I might die
Here`s my nervous breakdown, `cause i'm still confused everyday;
your words are far too much to handle, each and every hour of every day . . .
You`re not the one that I want,
you`re not the kind to understand,
you`re not the one to keep me sane,
would you even dare to let me paint my entire world,
turn it upside down and inside out?
It`s just not you . . .
Good Days .
