Sick, sick
Comfortably Numb,
I'm workaholic, where there's no work to be done.
Cold, cold
Feeling restless
Was it all real or just my mind?
Just hoping for an answer I can find.
Tired, tired
I close my eyes
Though I fight for the right for them to stay wide.
Stressed, stressed
It's okay to cry
Only thing making me good is my refusal to die.
Still, still
Resting è sleep
Lulling my senses and diving in deep.
Love, love
I can't pull away.
But love is the thing~
