CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Cynic

Cause I feel sick, sick to death of all
I've heard it all before, to wake up in the world's enough but I just want more
Uncomfortable at times, and barely getting by
To put it down to luck is half the reason I get stuck

Yeah we don't talk about the weather much these days
I'm not young or dumb enough to argue anyway
Or I wouldn't care enough to try
Cause I'm a wreck I swear I don't fit in, I'm losing touch with everything tonight

I feel numb, scared of what's to come
And making up for everything and everyone I've hurt along the way is no fun
It's hard enough to try, to be the bigger guy

When wasted opportunities are playing on my mind

Yeah we don't enough about the world these days
I'm not young or dumb enough to argue anyway
Or I wouldn't care enough to try
Cause I'm a wreck I swear I don't fit in, I'm losing touch with everything
Smoke clears up inside my head
I promise I won't feel a thing again

Yeah we don't talk enough about the world these days
I don't give a f*ck enough to argue anyway
And I'll never care enough to try
Cause I'm a wreck I swear I don't fit in, I'm losing touch with everything
Smoke clears up inside my head
I promise I won't feel a thing again