Testo Seasonal Depression

I'm alone - no one calling
I'm an island to myself, and I like it
You're the girl - lipstick and flowers
You were just too good for me, and you know it

Sick of crawling
Sick of falling
All I wanted was someone I could Count on
Count on
Still I try

Stranded here - hands wet with sorrow
Spill affection down the drain, like a coward
I've gone blind - flashbacks turn grey now
I guess I'll never change, so I follow

Sick of crawling
Sick of falling

All I wanted was someone I could Count on
Count on
Still I try Everytime it smells like the rain I Want to cry
And so on, and so on
Is my life

The thoughts that tuck me in proceed to break me
Driven beyond my means I feel I'm breaking

The thoughts that tuck me in proceed to break me
Driven beyond my means I feel I'm breaking

All I wanted was someone I could Count on
Count on
Still I try
Everytime it smells like the rain I Want to cry
And so on, and so on
Is my life

The thoughts that tuck me in proceed to break me
Driven beyond my means I feel I'm breaking

The thoughts that tuck me in proceed to break me
Driven beyond my means I feel I'm breaking

Sick of crawling
Sick of falling

Sick of crawling
Sick of falling