In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Monday, January 14, 2019
doctor doctor
I won't be naming names
putting two and two together
no need for placing blame
I just want to feel better
I'm acting out and not so nice
I need to be aware of this
I'm asking for some sound advice
that's why you're my therapist
doctor, tell me what's the deal
inside my tow-bit brain
I could tell you how I feel
but it's always the same
I'm lonely and I'm tired
and I'm sorry, sad and scared
I only want to be inspired
but I feel so unprepared
doctor doctor help me please
I'm begging you on bended knees
I'm a victim of my own disease
and it's more than just the blues
doctor doctor why am I confused
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