A Slippery Subject

Sing it again now, I feel so sick that I could die

I've been to the doctor, he already told me

There is nothing he can do

There's nothing wrong with me

That he can figure out

So why do I always feel like I'm falling apart from the inside out?

Sing it again now, I feel so lonesome I could cry

My friends all tell me it's all in my head now

They say I'm not even trying

I know they're right, I've been like this ever since I was small

I feel like the world's against me, like I've got my back up against the wall

So I just lay in bed all day

With ice on my head, but it's still the same

Just stare at the wall, what if I never feel ok

It's alright

Sing it again now, gotta admit what I know is true

I'm all broke down, cause I know I still want you

I'm just like everybody else

It's a slippery subject that we never talk about

It's always the same old shit

Makes us fall apart from the inside-out again