Michael Jackson 가사

Happiness is a warm smoking gun I slowly turn around to face her, to face what I have done I can barely hold open my eyes all I think about is sleeping, until I start to realize, she just wants to feel wanted all I want to feel is something inside my dim lit room, I wake up in a panic this reoccurring dream I'm having I haven't felt like myself in quite sometime It was yours but I thought it was mine Standing on the street side Leave me I'm the last one Left with all the things that I've done For the longest time, for the longest time Now I'm tearing up these pages These paragraphs with single spaces Documents of failure, existence of our love I can barely hold open my eyes but I'll talk her down from loneliness It's what I owe her right Another seems to say, look what she's done to me I'm not to proud of the person that you've let me become I just wanted to feel wanted, and I think that she's forgotten So let's just see what happens now We're making the most of the things that we have This isn't the way that I want it to be