Murakami

My mind and my body is aching
Oh why can’t I tell them I’m hurting
Is this just my reality I need to know
I smoke til I feel my lungs burning
These cigarettes don’t feel just as comforting
Feelings I control but I can hardly show
Tell me a lie
Tell me a lie
Tell me a lie
Tell me a lie
Something’s on my mind
But I’m running out of time
Something’s on my mind
But I’m running out of time
What I hate is simply what I’ve become
How did I get so numb
To this pain, in my soul
Though we’ve burned in the fire
Tell me what you desire
No such hurt that’s too steep
Lay me down til I sleep