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I’m feeling blue

But I’m ok, I’m ok

I’m missing you

But I’m ok, I’m ok

I’m feeling red

But I’m ok, I’m ok

A bit frustrated in this lonely bed

But I’m ok, I’m ok

I’m feeling dead

But I’m ok, I’m ok

Cause I’m a book that you’ve already read



Flip my pages

There’s nothing new to what I’ve already said

You don’t feel my words, they can never mend

We hold it inside even though we’ve already bled

We walk these crowded streets alone

So what to do with a fucker like me.

It would be much easier if I left without a trace

If I went missing and didn’t turn up again

Something to believe in, A savior is what you need

I’m sorry that you didn’t find it in me

Disappointment is such a bitter taste

Makes you curse at me, wishing those words could erase

To hell with me...I’m nothing but a waste



To hell with me, I’m nothing but a face



I’m feeling blue

But I’m ok, I’m ok

I’m missing you

But I’m ok, I’m ok

I’m feeling red

But I’m ok, I’m ok

A bit frustrated in this lonely bed

But I’m ok, I’m ok

I’m feeling dead

But I’m ok, I’m ok

So what’s the use for a bullet to my head.