I've got a secret for the mad In a little bit of time it won't hurt so bad And I get that I don't get it But you will burn right now but then you won't regret it
You're not gonna believe a word I say What's the point in just drowning another day And I get that I don't get it But the world will show you that you won't regret it
Little things, all the stereotypes They're gonna help you get through this one night And there will be a day When you can say you're okay and mean it
I promise you it'll all make sense again I promise you it'll all make sense again
There's nothing to do right now but try There are a hundred people who will listen to you cry And I get that they don't get it But they love you so much that you won't regret it
You're at the bottom, this is it Just get through, you will be fixed And you think, that I don't get it But I burned my way through And I don't regret it
Little things, all the stereotypes They're gonna help you get through this one night And there will be a day When you can say you're okay and mean it
I promise you it'll all make sense again I promise you it'll all make sense again I promise you it'll all make sense again I promise you it'll all make sense again
Compositor: Dorothy Miranda Clark ECAD: Obra #17909624