I know we can talk about it.
I know we can live without it.
What makes you feel this way?
I wish I could say.
I know we can get through it.
What will it take to make it?
Does it seem that hard?
Why do I feel this way?
It happens everyday.
When will it go away?
This sickness killing me.
When will it be ok?
I know we can get through it.
What will it take to make it?
Does it seem that hard?
In the back of my mind it gets me every time.
In the back of my mind it gets me every time.
