Letras
Really, I know, you can hide yourself
You can look somewhere else for another version of yourself, but...
Come in on a Sunday, wishing for something
Everything I think of won't be enough
Everything I do, I do it for me, I'll be okay
I'll be okay
You never know...
You never know when they're going to let you go home from the hospital
No worries, no worries
No worries, cause it'll be okay
But come in on a Sunday, wishing for something
Everything I think of won't be enough
Everything I do, I do it for me, it'll be okay
It'll be okay
Really, I know, you can hide yourself
You can look somewhere else for another version of yourself