Pity For The Self کے بول

All the time I keep wondering why Why my troubles always multiply Not that I often feel the need to cry But it always ends up to another lullaby And all the problems come up my way And they all appear on the same day And they change my mood from bright to gray Sometimes they're so frightful they force me to pray I want break the chains Forget this awful pains Clean away persistent stainforget this deadful rain Raise it out of my brain Hope steaming through my veins Hope steaming through my veins Hope steaming through my veins And when the black cloud closes It just stopped before the overdosis And everything is coming up roses And another bright day exposes It always contains that sneaky snake Like small tears stand on a slumbering ache Like a domain with a hidden cake Driving me insane make it even more opaque