Slide

When I'm sad I rent my happiness with my shots
Hate this cause she's refusing, oh, Lord, to be soft
I'm so tired of feeling ugly and feeling sick
But I'm still believing and breathing but no one cares

Slide inside my head and then you'll see the way I live

My complicated life seems to amuse you
But there's nothing wrong with me
Oh, Lord, can you swear?
And I wanna live my dreams when I'm wake
You complaint your life is not easy
Baby, well nothing is

Can you fell what I see?