paroles de chanson Spears (feat. Hybrid Soul) - Wherestoday

I. don't know what's going on with me
Can anyone offer a helping hand
Or am I really alone?

I. feel like I'm dragging you with me
You struggle your way out of the quicksand
But I sink in like a stone

Is it too much to ask for your time?
Sorry that it's your mind I begrime

Okay! Here we go!

And alas, feeling so done
Will pin you oh-so down
Who's gonna help me get above the ground?
And at last, fail and you're gone
While I'm about to drown
Who's gonna help me get up off the ground?

Why. why don't you run with the hunted?
Do you really look down on the wounded?
Look who's rotten to the bone
Impaled on the field, what a sight to behold
Afar from your kingdom of gold
But we're bringing the fire
So enjoy your paper throne

You trivialize our change of clime
No this ain't just a pastime
But sorry that it's your mind I had to begrime

Here we go again!

And alas, feeling so done
Will pin you oh-so down
Who's gonna help me get above the ground?
And at last, fail and you're gone
While I'm about to drown
Who's gonna help me get up off the ground?

It's so damn hard to get windy sails, my days are all grayscale
Sickly synapses flee scot-free while my sense of self's health pays bail!
They tell me don't overthink, but that's harder than they think!
The tyrant up top who tinkered with my temples must think their shit don't stink!
Hippies preach the peace isn't pills but oats, yogurt and yoga
That attitude's all well and good when your ennui ain't flowin' over!
But I guess should just drink in the morning dew and chew on the rising sun
.Psyche! That's easier said than done when the good run's no longer fun!
Every day I wake up just to lie right back down
Bed feelin' like a casket for this dusty dude in a clown crown
I'd stop and smell the roses but they're dead!
(Blargh!)
Well stuffed, snuffed and steadily bled red by the wealth of well-fed feds!
How the hell do I motivate when facing hate to shift my fate into a worthy one
When it's so much easier to embrace escape in the happiness of a warm gun?!
But I'll find a way and rise above it just like I've always managed to
Give this plague the middle finger as I kick through the fog like kung fu!

(I'm. not doing so well)
(Not doing so well)
(Not doing well)
(I'm. not doing so well)
(I'm not doing well)

(But you know what?)
(I'll fight on)
(I'll forge ahead!)
(I'll keep pushing!)
(I'll fight on!)
(I will fight on!)

And alas, feeling so done
Will pin you oh-so down
Who's gonna help you get up off the ground?!
And at last, frail and foregone
Well I'm about to drown!
I'll pull you with me deep down underground!