الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
Medicate, I hate my brain
I'll cover up the pain it creates
Prescribe the ride for me
And when my body wants it I'm your slave
No, I don't want your hangover
But how will I learn to be sober?
Oh, I miss it when
The sorrow tempts me again
Meditate, I'll try to pray
But what God gives away has a fee
Dictate the words I say
That mean more if I pay to repeat
Lord, I don't want your hangover
But how will I learn to be sober?
And how can I live unforgiven?
Oh, I miss it when
The sorrow tempts me again
