Lyrics

What is my message I could sing out loud? The hidden truth that lies behind? There ain't no good phrase in the daily rat race I got trouble in my mind I could blame it on the history of my country, my age Was I born under a bad sign? But in the mirror I see no excuses for me I got trouble in my mind The trouble with the world is all that I can see I can't hold against the weight of what becomes of me Sometimes I feel like dying and leaving all the things behind Sometimes I see there's no way out from trouble in my mind The daily struggle to be the perfect man Takes hell a lot of time And what do I get when I lay down my head? Even more trouble in my mind I couldn't really show my back to The news that catches my eye Corruption, politics, national conflicts All end up in my mind The trouble with the world is all that I can see I can't hold against the weight of what becomes of me Sometimes I feel like dying and leaving all the things behind Sometimes I see there's no way out from troubles in my mind I gotta be hard, I gotta let loose I gotta make 'em happy while singin' the blues I gotta give my heart but I gotta stay safe I gotta show my weakness, I gotta be brave I gotta be a boy who has no soul I gotta be a man who seen it all I gotta be black and white and day and night And even gotta bother with this thing in my mind
Writer(s): Andras Petruska Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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