Hypo লিরিক্স

How strange, nothing's wrong with me But I’m making things worse by thinking they were So bad when I feel this way Ask me what do I feel? Now what did I say? See signs so they see-saw my Mind enough to worry, but not sick enough to die Lord knows I’m a lonely man, so low Lord knows I’m a worried man, and it shows Crowd in close so we can plainly see The person causing my pain is mainly me Won’t talk, won’t sit wouldn’t help me if I could The fire in my heart is burning slow like wood So be consumed but still be left alive I know that’s gonna pass soon and I’ll be sick enough to die