I don't need your help
I can do it by myself
And I do
I will buy a gun
Described as your blame
Your shame
Complaints
Too much complaints
Ah
I just want a place to rest
I can't forget
This history that makes me feel
A dreck
I can't stop thinking about it
Like hands in my neck
Hands in my
All in my mind
Nothing on my face
But no one knows
What's under my disgrace
Some speak from one side
Others speak from another
But no one knows
No one knows
When I say I'm fine
Out of ten, nine I'm lying
But you don't have to care with me now
I'm fine
Ah
I just want a place to rest
I can't forget
This history that makes me feel
A dreck
I can't stop thinking about it
Like hands in my neck
Hands in my
All in my mind
Nothing on my face
But no one knows
What's under my disgrace
Some speak from one side
Others speak from another
But no one knows
No one knows
