Текст песни Stuff - Dana Williams

Maybe I'll keep trying
Maybe I'll keep wrestling the wind
Maybe I'll keep lying to myself
In this life of sin

Cause life is weird and life gets hard
You walk a mile but go a yard
I always make the same mistakes
Why can't I give myself a break?

I can't find myself
I placed it on the highest shelf
With the rest of the stuff
With the rest of the stuff

I can't find myself
I lost it with everything else
With the rest of the stuff
With the rest of the stuff
With the rest of the stuff

Guess I'm getting tired
Guess it's just my patience wearing thin
Confidence is fired
All these years of living in this skin

Cause life is weird and life gets hard
You walk a mile but go a yard
I always make the same mistakes
Why can't I get a little break?

I can't find myself
I placed it on the highest shelf

With the rest of the stuff
With the rest of the stuff

I can't find myself
I lost it with everything else
With the rest of the stuff
With the rest of the stuff
With the rest of the stuff