What’s Wrong With Me Songtext
von The Academic
What’s Wrong With Me Songtext
If I had my way then I would be over you
But there′s nothing I can do
'Cause I′m stuck like glue
If I joined the dots then maybe I'd have a clue
But I'm more likely to miss your point of view
So I keep asking myself
How do I end up in these situations with no control?
How do I end up pretending and faking? I love it though
I don′t know, does anyone know what′s wrong with me?
(What's wrong with me?)
I′m hearing the signals it couldn't be clearer in stereo
I′m not really there in your life to be fair I'm a cameo
I don′t know, does anyone know what's wrong with me?
(What's wrong with me?)
Blowing in the wind
I float like a paper bag
Oh I′m never coming back
It′s sad but it's true
Separating, accelerating the good and bad
It′s the simple life I've had
Now that′s in review
How do I end up in these situations with no control?
How do I end up pretending and faking? I love it though
I don't know, does anyone know what′s wrong with me?
(What's wrong with me?)
I'm hearing the signals it couldn′t be clearer in stereo
I′m not really there in your life to be fair I'm a cameo
I don′t know, does anyone know what's wrong with me?
(What′s wrong with me?)
What's wrong with me? what′s wrong with me?
What's wrong with me? what's wrong with me?
What′s wrong with me? what′s wrong with me?
What's wrong with me?
What′s wrong with me? what's wrong with me?
What′s wrong with me? what's wrong with me?
What′s wrong with me? what's wrong with me?
What's wrong with me?
How do I end up in these situations with no control?
How do I end up pretending and faking? I love it though
I don′t know, does anyone know what′s wrong with me?
(What's wrong with me?)
I′m hearing the signals it couldn't be clearer in stereo
I′m not really there in your life to be fair I'm a cameo
I don′t know, does anyone know what's wrong with me?
(What's wrong with me?)
But there′s nothing I can do
'Cause I′m stuck like glue
If I joined the dots then maybe I'd have a clue
But I'm more likely to miss your point of view
So I keep asking myself
How do I end up in these situations with no control?
How do I end up pretending and faking? I love it though
I don′t know, does anyone know what′s wrong with me?
(What's wrong with me?)
I′m hearing the signals it couldn't be clearer in stereo
I′m not really there in your life to be fair I'm a cameo
I don′t know, does anyone know what's wrong with me?
(What's wrong with me?)
Blowing in the wind
I float like a paper bag
Oh I′m never coming back
It′s sad but it's true
Separating, accelerating the good and bad
It′s the simple life I've had
Now that′s in review
How do I end up in these situations with no control?
How do I end up pretending and faking? I love it though
I don't know, does anyone know what′s wrong with me?
(What's wrong with me?)
I'm hearing the signals it couldn′t be clearer in stereo
I′m not really there in your life to be fair I'm a cameo
I don′t know, does anyone know what's wrong with me?
(What′s wrong with me?)
What's wrong with me? what′s wrong with me?
What's wrong with me? what's wrong with me?
What′s wrong with me? what′s wrong with me?
What's wrong with me?
What′s wrong with me? what's wrong with me?
What′s wrong with me? what's wrong with me?
What′s wrong with me? what's wrong with me?
What's wrong with me?
How do I end up in these situations with no control?
How do I end up pretending and faking? I love it though
I don′t know, does anyone know what′s wrong with me?
(What's wrong with me?)
I′m hearing the signals it couldn't be clearer in stereo
I′m not really there in your life to be fair I'm a cameo
I don′t know, does anyone know what's wrong with me?
(What's wrong with me?)
Writer(s): Nicholas James David Hodgson, Stephen Finian Murtagh, Matthew Bernard Murtagh, Dean Martin Gavin, Craig Mcgibney Fitzgerald Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com