Was happiness a fad?
Or was it in the lost in found again behind the issues.
It might not be so bad,
Weīre all addicted to our tragedy,
I guess itīs what it had to be.
With nothing on my back,
Itīs still enough to bring me down.
My mindīs about to crack,
Cause what I thought could not be found.
Matter of in fact,
Itīs harder still when youīre around.
With nothing on my back,
I canīt help but drown.
I might as well belong to both of you.
And the mess you always seem to drag me through.
That night forever always haunting me.
But I guess it is what itīs supposed to be,
But spare your thoughts of sympathy.
With nothing on my back,
Itīs still enough to bring me down.
My mindīs about to crack,
Cause what I thought could not be found.
Matter of in fact,
Itīs harder still when youīre around.
With nothing on my back,
I canīt help but drown.
With nothing on my back,
Itīs still enough to bring me down.
My mindīs about to crack,
Cause what I thought could not be found.
With nothing on my back,
Itīs still enough to bring me down.
My mindīs about to crack,
Cause what I thought could not be found.
With nothing on my back,
Itīs still enough to bring me down.
My mindīs about to crack,
Cause what I thought could not be found.
With nothing on my back,
Itīs still enough to bring me down.
My mindīs about to crack,
Cause what I thought could not be found.
With nothing on my back,
Itīs still enough to bring me down.
My mindīs about to crack,
Cause what I thought could not be found.
Matter of in fact,
Itīs harder still when youīre around.
With nothing on my back,
I canīt help but drown.