So I’m talking with you and nothing’s making sense
What’s going on?
I thought you knew me well, I was hoping that you’d
Get what’s wrong
Though I’m still holding on, I’m getting tired
Time moves so slow
If it don’t happen soon, I’m sure I can wait
I might let go
Like a wheel that won’t roll I’m not turning
They cut out my heart
But it’s still hurting
These are strange days
So you’re telling me stuff that I don’t want to hear lately
Can’t control anything inside of my hands, you can’t save me
Crawling round in the dark, can’t find a way out of here
Wish the drumming would stop so there could be rain
When the storm clears
Like a wheel that won’t roll I’m not turning
They cut out my heart, but it’s still hurting
Drugs won’t kill the pain, keeps on burning
These are strange days when nothing’s working
Who is going to be the one that tells me that this is real life?
Caught in the confusion of what’s wrong, what’s right?
These are strange days
Like a wheel that won’t roll I’m not turning
They cut out my heart, but it’s still hurting
Drugs won’t kill the pain, keeps on burning
These are strange days when nothing’s working