I have many problems but running out of my time
Mental pressure hanging out of my head
I can not put my feelings in better words
I'm just only able to say in a roundabout way
What makes you think so?
Why don't you satisfied?
How do you get free?
"Don't worry about a thing"
I muttered to myself
And I'm standing on my way
"Having a wonderful time: Wish you were here"
Written on your cards and you realy meant it, too
I can not let you know my deadly life
I've nothing to say
We go different way
When looking up the sky
We were always broken up
But I'm standing on my way
Mental pressure hanging out of my head
I can not put my feelings in better words
I'm just only able to say in a roundabout way
What makes you think so?
Why don't you satisfied?
How do you get free?
"Don't worry about a thing"
I muttered to myself
And I'm standing on my way
"Having a wonderful time: Wish you were here"
Written on your cards and you realy meant it, too
I can not let you know my deadly life
I've nothing to say
We go different way
When looking up the sky
We were always broken up
But I'm standing on my way