Besedila: Handheld. Still Tickin. Deal With It Then.

I got this problem only you can see Cause it's my demise and it's up to me Maybe I'll shake it, I got to take it Can't hide in the dark and let it be It's in the back of my head and only taunting me Somebody show me I'm feeling lonely I'm feeling infallible and somewhat shallow And only I can put it away It's an understatement don't let it fade Put it away for that bright sunny day Pull it out from the box in my room I'll pack it up then, me and a friend I just hope that day comes soon Deal with it then When I am ready to face it When I am on my own When I'm left there in the cold Me and a friend Deal with it then The powers all out and I feel all alone It might be corrected if I pick up the phone I got the shakes, I gotta break it I got a bone to pick so toss me a bone It's in the back of my head and only taunting me I would rather be reeling, of dealing, or stealing I'd rather be drunk and wind up feeling Sick and sad in the back of my car But only I can let it get that far You know everything works out