C'est la vie
You never ask me why it hurts
It looks like you've made up your own mind
I always smile in return
just to find out that it's just more of the same
I laugh when I should cry
these back pains come from more than daggers
The pills don't seem to quell
the thoughts of inadequate meandering rhymes
You've got your method to this madness
I am the madness that you want...
It looks like you've made up your own mind
I always smile in return
just to find out that it's just more of the same
I laugh when I should cry
these back pains come from more than daggers
The pills don't seem to quell
the thoughts of inadequate meandering rhymes
You've got your method to this madness
I am the madness that you want...