FIRST IT GETS WORSE 歌词

It’s all my fault Been spinnin’ too long I think that I'ma be sick (hmm) And my hope is gone I scattered it on the lawn When I was throwing a fit You’re not living if you’re always down A tree falls it don’t make a sound If no one round is near enough to hear it I struggle with the words I choose My old self set me up to lose And everyday’s a chance to crush my spirit Oh, life’s a bitch and it’s unfair These lonely nights and up north air Could clear my mind but still can’t fix my problems And now my skin is paper thin But still won’t take me with the wind No rows of O’s could reconstruct my columns (Oh, life’s a bitch and it’s unfair) (These lonely nights and up north air) (Could clear my mind but still can’t fix my problems) (And now my skin is paper thin) (But still won’t take me with the wind) (No rows of O’s could reconstruct my columns) Oh, life’s a bitch and it’s unfair These lonely nights and up north air Could clear my mind but still can’t fix my problems And now my skin is paper thin But still won’t take me with the wind No rows of O’s could reconstruct my columns