paroles de chanson Real Things - Frazer

Yeah yeah
Ooh, oh, yeah yeah

Going through some
Real things in my head right now and I can′t explain it
Usually I can put my thoughts onto pen and paper
I keep a diary of all my feelings when I'm in pain, but
Right now I couldn′t write it, it's different

I'm going through some
Real things in my head right now and I can′t explain it
Usually I can put my thoughts onto pen and paper
I keep a diary of all my feelings when I′m in pain, but
Right now I couldn't write it, it′s different, this is strange
The only thing I can do right now is to say, "I can't"
I know that sounds similar to things I′ve felt in the past
It ain't the same, I know the way that I felt, that was dark
But even then, I could explain the things that messed me up

And now I can′t explain my thoughts 'cause they ain't even clear
Even I don′t know what′s going on between my ears
Call it anxiety but I've read up, I ain′t so sure
But that ain't why I′m sitting down here, that's another story
Yeah, so much torment
Everything is still around and you′re still falling
It's mad how much your brain can change the view in your head
But the battle won't ensue until you make it commence
Yeah, guard up
When you don′t know what′s going on, you put your guard up
Yeah, defensive
Someone offers help and you become offensive
Yeah, guard up
When you don't know what′s going on, you put your guard up
Yeah, defensive
Someone offers help and you become offensive

I'm going through some
Real things in my head right now and I can′t explain it
Usually I can put my thoughts onto pen and paper
I keep a diary of all my feelings when I'm in pain, but
Right now I couldn′t write it, it's different, this is strange
The only thing I can do right now is to say, "I can't"
I know that sounds similar to things I′ve felt in the past
It ain′t the same, I know the way that I felt, that was dark
But even then, I could explain the things that messed me up

Yeah?
Hello?
Who's that?
It′s Your Head
Who's "Your Head"?
Your Head
What?
Why aren′t you speaking to me?
What you talkin' about?
I′ve been trying to get hold of you for ages
What do you mean, "my head"?

I've been blind, never looked behind
Saw the reason why
All my time spent recording my
Voice is such a wise thing I've had
′Cause when things are bad
I can take a pad, and a pen
Open notes again, I can start to vent
Recently, that ain′t what I've done
Yeah it has been fun
I′ve been gone, my voice is on
But the heart is off
So I'm back doing what I should
Hopefully for good
It ain′t bad, you won't notice nothing
But I really would

Real things in my head right now and I can′t explain it
Usually I can put my thoughts onto pen and paper
I keep a diary of all my feelings when I'm in pain, but
Right now I couldn't write it, it′s different, this is strange
The only thing I can do right now is to say, "I can′t"
I know that sounds similar to things I've felt in the past
It ain′t the same, I know the way that I felt, that was dark
But even then, I could explain the things that messed me up