Trouble in My Mind
What is my message I could sing out loud?
The hidden truth that lies behind?
There ain't no good phrase in the daily rat race
I got trouble in my mind
I could blame it on the history of my country, my age
Was I born under a bad sign?
But in the mirror I see no excuses for me
I got trouble in my mind
The trouble with the world is all that I can see
I can't hold against the weight of what becomes of me
Sometimes I feel like dying and leaving all the things behind
Sometimes I see there's no way out from trouble in my mind
The daily struggle to be the perfect man
Takes hell a lot of time
And what do I get when I lay down my head?
Even more trouble in my mind
I couldn't really show my back to
The news that catches my eye
Corruption, politics, national conflicts
All end up in my mind
The trouble with the world is all that I can see
I can't hold against the weight of what becomes of me
Sometimes I feel like dying and leaving all the things behind
Sometimes I see there's no way out from troubles in my mind
I gotta be hard, I gotta let loose
I gotta make 'em happy while singin' the blues
I gotta give my heart but I gotta stay safe
I gotta show my weakness, I gotta be brave
I gotta be a boy who has no soul
I gotta be a man who seen it all
I gotta be black and white and day and night
And even gotta bother with this thing in my mind
The hidden truth that lies behind?
There ain't no good phrase in the daily rat race
I got trouble in my mind
I could blame it on the history of my country, my age
Was I born under a bad sign?
But in the mirror I see no excuses for me
I got trouble in my mind
The trouble with the world is all that I can see
I can't hold against the weight of what becomes of me
Sometimes I feel like dying and leaving all the things behind
Sometimes I see there's no way out from trouble in my mind
The daily struggle to be the perfect man
Takes hell a lot of time
And what do I get when I lay down my head?
Even more trouble in my mind
I couldn't really show my back to
The news that catches my eye
Corruption, politics, national conflicts
All end up in my mind
The trouble with the world is all that I can see
I can't hold against the weight of what becomes of me
Sometimes I feel like dying and leaving all the things behind
Sometimes I see there's no way out from troubles in my mind
I gotta be hard, I gotta let loose
I gotta make 'em happy while singin' the blues
I gotta give my heart but I gotta stay safe
I gotta show my weakness, I gotta be brave
I gotta be a boy who has no soul
I gotta be a man who seen it all
I gotta be black and white and day and night
And even gotta bother with this thing in my mind
Credits
Writer(s): Andras Petruska
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