Voices In Reverie
You Wish You Hadn't Listened
Now this is getting so old
I've lost count of the times i've been told
That I should do something worthwhile
That i should sit back and raise a smile
But what if i don't feel too great?
What if today isn't agreeing with me?
I'm sick of mornings and physical states
That make me vomit so violently
All my mood does for me is fluctuate
From really bad to even worse to death
Each time you see me I'm such a fucking state
I'm not wasting away but there's little left
And I use this "lovely" mind to create
Emotions of which im clearly bereft
Just leave me on the floor there
Just leave me on the floor right there
From Letras Mania