Caprice

Mix-up, stop, start
Wait a minute
Shut down
Losing the plot
Losing the plot
Losing the plot
‘Til there’s nothing to see but the ground
Head inside a rut
It’s like my mind is shut
I hope I cope this time
Drink and drugs will only amplify
I’ve still got the music so let’s give it a try
Sounds that can soothe you
Sounds that can move you and improve you child
Caprice
Help me see this pain
Doesn’t matter
I’m fine
No one gets me, I don’t get me
No one gets me, I don’t get me
I just need a little time
Head inside a rut
The mental link is cut
I’m holding on for life
No one knows what to say
Guess they wouldn’t make a difference anyway
Friends they can use you
Friends they can use you and abuse you child
But never be denied
Like circles in the sky
Heaven ain’t rolling, rolling, rolling
Caprice