I know the problem,
I know the cure,
yet I can't do anything about it.
Waiting for tomorrow,
to come and wash it all away.
And it comes,
but with new problems,
as well as the old ones.
Nothing can change the truth,
in the end it's all the same.
I'm sick,
with something only I can cure,
yet I can't do it,
when I should.
After all,
I'm sick with something only I can cure.
