A Song for Myself Songtext
von Get Well Soon

I think I′ve read the wrong books all my life
The ones that makes you reach for the knife
The looming end
The little bird of death
So tap my shoulder
I'm all out of breath

Envying the Jesus-freaks′ great mood
If they can, why can't I feel good?
I need another hobby but to blame
My missing lobby
On my catholic shame

I'm cursed and jagged don′t you see?
Everything else comes to me

It′s suddenly getting darker
There's no end to this night


Stop your whining you′re alright
Stop your whining you're alright

There′s never been a job just being sad
But it seems to been the one I've had
I′m stepping up, is this the right event?
Since it's official
I'm not relevant

Finding the tough in my luck
I′m always lost, always stuck

They′ll never let me win
Out of grudge and out of spite

Stop your bitching you're alright
Stop your bitching you′re alright

My home is a tunnel
At the end there's no light

Okay, this needs to stop right now
Stop