Susy said she's bluesy once again
Mornings without warning
Good old pain
My bed, she says, a place to gaze the ceiling
Don't ask me once again the way I'm feeling
I'm still broken but I'm healing
You cannot think worse of me
Than I do myself
Yet I like my self
I love myself
But one day, I will shout yay
Month of may
I can feel it
Almost steal it on its way
My bed, she says, a place to gaze the ceiling
Don't ask me once again the way I'm feeling
I'm still broken but I'm healing
You cannot think worse of me
Than I do myself
Yet I like my self
I love myself