Woodgraves - Crawling - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I can't help it, because being dead feels like a much better plan than trying to cope with everything around me. A feeling of worthlessness keeps crawling back, and it eats away at me until there's nothing left. I can't seem to contemplate the happiness that everyone else seems to hold. Maybe one day I'll find out what's wrong with me, but until then I'll sit right here staring out the window.