Paroles de It's Thursday, January 12Th And This The Last Time I'll Talk About Drowning

Found in my pocket What a wonderful day Thinking of something that I should say But I can't hold you responsible, anymore I don't know what I'm thinking Lost now in the thrill of it But I'm not giving up until I'm free 'Cause it's where I'm supposed to be But I get so lost in the thought of life That I forget to start living mine I can feel its weight on my chest like I am drowning Like I am drowning, and I still, I still I am drowning Like I am drowning And I still, I still I am drowning Like I am drowning But I get so lost in the thought of life That I forget to start living mine, I mean I feel its weight on my chest like I am sleeping Like I am dreaming