Текст песни paul blart mall cop - girlhouse

Things started to get so bad
I started praying
I don't believe in God
Or anything like that
I guess I needed something to get out
Of my head again
Get me out
Of my head
(Of my head)

Moved across the country and became another person
I fucking hate
Maybe all in the plan
But lately I just can't relate
I'm in my head again
Get me out
Of my head
(Of my head)
(Of my head)
(Of my head)

Crying my eyes out
In a Chili's parking lot
Praying to God that I'm not alone
A mall cop pulled up
And asked if I was broken down
I didn't know that what he said would have a different meaning now