Got a pill in my pocket for the day that I don´t feel good Doc said it´ll make me feel another way, I know I should You see it everyday, So much anxiety
Getting sick like a disease taking over It´s a part of me, I can´t deny it But I´ll try to push it down when I´m in public talkin´ to you
My little monster Talk to me
It´s such a shame, The way you feel it Held above your head by a lonely thread And the sun is supposed to help Oh it´s such a shame, the way you feel it Make a toast to the bad times reminiscent Some things are better left unsaid