War — аккорды и текст

There are days that I think I'm crazy

All the days nothing seems to faze me

There's nothing more, and nothing less, just

All the things that I must confess, well

I'm afraid I believe in nothing

No hopes or dreams , you could have left me dead,

Naive, and not to mention I'm

Used to count, live by my blessings

Пре-Припев:

With all that I've done,

It's too late, I can't take

Back all that I have become

Another day in the right direction

I'm okay but I'm left to question

How did I get so far behind

The rest?  Why am I so inclined to forget

All the days that you made me crazy

Nowadays, you don't even faze me

It's all the same, and I don't stress none,

Sick and tired of all this tension.

Пре-Припев:

With all that I've done,

It's too late, I can't take

Back all that I have become