The Unbelievable Pleasure Of Frustration

Sometimes I feel so low
Sometimes it feels so good
Nothing was explained but it’s understood

Why should I even bother?
Why should I even care?
Nothing good can come of my head

So I let ‘em burn
And I let ‘em die
But my feelings still seem to be alive

And I could say anything
I could think of anything
But I chose to think about you

And when I sound like a fool
You know it’s because of you
But for each day I have six moods

Sometimes I feel nothing at all
And you know I know it’s your fault
It’s not a lie ‘cause it’s just a thought

And I could say anything
I could think of anything
But I chose to think about you

This is all wrong

Sometimes I feel so fine
But I know that it’s just a lie
Or a feeling just about to die