Coping

Primal, evil waht am I?

Tongue-tied unti the day I die

There's no love made with mermaids

It's just distraction or so they say

But I'm too tired to care about it

Can't you see it in my face, my face

When I feel this strange can I go through this again

It's a sorry state you're getting in

The same excuse is wearong thin

There's no self control left in me

What was not will never be

But I'm too tired to care about it

Can't you see it in my face, my face

When I feel this strange can I go through this again