Drexel
Timing
When I think that I am rightIt happens every single nightWish there was something I could do to make them understand meBut when I think about itI really don’t make too much senseNo explanation for this self-inflicted lack of confidenceAnd I can’t seeWhy can you not be that understanding?Talk to meWell the timing was just more than I could takeAnd I can tell you...Yesterday it happenedNow it’s more than I can takeEverything just takes its tollInside my head, inside my soulJust when I start to wonder if I’d rather be aloneThe answer to my question goes and calls me on the telephone
From Letras Mania