I'm fine, but I seem to cross that line You let me out of my cage
No, from all the nights before I come sliding in the line - not myself
"I don't feel right" I said Everytime I let my mind go to waste
And I feel like none of this is real
With all the cards I hold, Tell me why the hell did I fold? Well I don't know, I'm scared I feel myself I guess that's why I'm screaming out:
"I don't feel right" I said Everytime I let my mind go to waste As I slowly turn to god (slowly turn to pray)
I know I'm never quite the same
"I don't feel right" I said Everytime I let my mind go to waste
"I don't feel right" I said Everytime I let my mind go to waste
Oh, I will waste it all away