Текст песни Good Grief - CHRIS CASEY

It was simple really
We forgot roots and things fell apart, no i can see it clearly
It was ugly it was dark
It was beauty, it was super pretty
And these days been the worst cause these days I can't feel my feelings
So what's the use in trying what's the point in getting up
What's the point in getting over things, what's the point in saying it was done
What's the point of calling quits, Don't you know that calling quits is no fun
It's been too long, I should know by now that the worst has only yet to come
Cause when it's all said and done, all I say is
Good grief
What's the point in living through it, what's the point in being me
I'll scream, yell, and beg, sit and cry in bed
Break down in a week
Don't wanna tell my friends, keep in my head
Anxiety won't let me speak
So how hard could it be
Good grief
What's the point in living through it, what's the point in being me
I'll scream, yell, and beg, sit and cry in bed
Break down in a week
Don't wanna tell my friends, keep in my head
Anxiety won't let me speak
So how hard could it be

I wanna talk to you
I just don't know a good time to call
I'll write a song to you
But really I aint got a thing I want to say at all
I wanna make amends
I wanna be your friend
I leave it all and be with you instead
To let my feelings rule me or stick to the plan
Is a question I won't ever understand
I wish you happiness in youth
I wish you hope and fortune too
I wish you better days, I'd wish your pain away
And all the things I couldn't do
While I was happier with you
I'll be fine, I know it's true
I hope I understand
All my feelings and all the time I spent with you
I make it harder for myself
Always tryna change what can't be helped
Tryna make sense of things I never felt before
I'm playing cards they never dealt
So I hope and pray for help
Every penny down the wishing well
My sense of time leaves me petrified
And I think writing rhymes will lead to my demise
Cause the more write, time seems to fly
And it becomes harder to look you in the eye
My dear friend of mine
I hope I treat you better in another life
I hope there's sunny weather in your path of flight
And if it starts to rain, the roots will stay alive
I wish you peace of mind
But I still hope this ain't our last goodbye
It was simple really
I forgot the truth and I fell apart
No I can see it clearly
It was tragic it was art
Gone like magic, it was all I needed
And these days is getting hard
But I know that I'll find relief
Like how hard can it be

Good grief
What's the point in living through it, what's the point in being me
I'll scream, yell, and beg, sit and cry in bed
Break down in a week
Don't wanna tell my friends, keep in my head
Anxiety won't let me speak
How hard could it be
Good grief
What's the point in living through it, what's the point in being me
I'll scream, yell, and beg, sit and cry in bed
Break down in a week
Don't wanna tell my friends, keep in my head
Anxiety won't let me speak
How hard could it be