| Hello psychologist, i’ve come here to talk
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| There is a thing i need to figure out
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| And please don’t question me cause then i might walk
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| And will not make out what it’s all about
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| It’s my mentality or maybe my heart
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| And i don’t know if i am weak or strong
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| When someone does me an injustice it starts
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| Then i turn feeble and my drive is gone
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| 'Cause I start feeling sorry for the nuisances
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| And I start feeling sorry for myself
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| And i start feeling sorry for this stupid situation that appears
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| When my anger starts to cry
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| What is the reason that I crumble and sigh?
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| That I don’t dare to be the angry one?
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| The thought of hurting someone just makes me cry
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| So I avoid opposing anyone
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| 'Cause I start feeling sorry for the nuisances
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| And I start feeling sorry for myself
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| And i start feeling sorry for this stupid situation that appears
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| When my anger starts to cry
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| 'Cause I start feeling sorry for the nuisances
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| And I start feeling sorry for myself
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| And i start feeling sorry for this stupid situation that appears
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| When my anger starts to cry
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| I feel like a bull in a big arena
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| With matadors profiting from my death
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| I know what’s to come is distress and pain
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| As I feel their agitated breath
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| I’m being scam over and over again
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| I’m just trying to hide my fright
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| I know that my passivity will cause me pain
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| But still I don’t dare to fight
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| 'Cause I start feeling sorry for the nuisances
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| And I start feeling sorry for myself
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| And i start feeling sorry for this stupid situation that appears
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| When my anger starts to cry, cry |