This Paroles

Twisted out of tune.



Lost, I'm beginning to know the cost of trying to read your thoughts

but now I know your thoughts.



You are worried about you, I wonder how you make it through

Nagging day to day, feeling this way.

And the way you look at life as tedium and strife

but let me tell you this...




The pleasure and the pain, what's the difference, what's the difference?

One and all the same, what's the difference, what's the difference?

The pleasure and the pain, what's the difference, what's the difference?

One and all the same, what's the difference, what's the difference?

The pleasure and the pain, what's the difference, what's the difference?

One and all the same, what's the difference?



You, are worried about you.



Lost, the ungainly albatross that you carry like a cross

for those you shed a tear, they are gone and cannot hear.