sábado, 14 de noviembre de 2015

Wouldn't It Be Good


I got it bad.
You don't know how bad I got it.
You got it easy.
You don't know when you got it good.
It's getting harder,
Just keeping life and soul together.
I'm sick of fighting
Even though I know I should.
The cold is biting
Through each and every nerve and fibre.
My broken spirit is frozen to the core.
I don't want to be here no more.

Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes?
Even if it was for just one day.
And wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away?
Wouldn't it be good to be on your side?
The grass is always greener over there.
Wouldn't it be good if we could live without a care?

You must be joking,
You don't know a thing about it.
You've got no problems.
I'd stay right there if I were you.
I got it harder.
You couldn't dream how hard I got it.
Stay out of my shoes
If you know what's good for you.
The heat is stifling,
Burning me up from the inside.
The sweat is coming through each and every pore.
I don't want to be here no more.
I don't want to be here no more.
I don't want to be here no more.

Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes?
Even if it was for just one day.
And wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away?
Wouldn't it be good to be on your side?
The grass is always greener over there.
Wouldn't it be good if we could live without a care?

I got it bad.
You don't know how bad I got it.
You got it easy.
You don't know when you got it good.
It's getting harder,
Just keeping life and soul together.
I'm sick of fighting
Even though I know I should.
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