Testo di The Things I Do

It's getting harder and harder to live with myself The things I do I'm getting weaker in mental and physical health The things I do And no one's coming to save me now It's me that has to change somehow I'm one night out away from the therapist's couch Ouch! I'm sinking lower and lower in my friends' eyes The things I do And I've turned into somebody I despise The things I do And my standards are slipping day by day I'll sleep with anyone who gets in my way I'm one bad hand away from a losing game Shame! Should I be thinking about myself at a time like this? I'm not sure I'm never happy but at least I get some peace In this war But I could use more And no one's coming to save the day I'll have my fun and then I'll pay I'm one night out away from an early grave And I need to be Saved