I Feel Better

I pretend that doubt forgets me
And it gets me out the door
I detect the power in me
I feel better
Yeah
I feel better

Get the sense that I'm about to
Make myself an enemy
I can make the suffering stay
I feel better
Yeah

I feel better
I feel better
I feel better

Hey makes me ashamed
Makes me behave
Molds me to sameness
Keeps me whole
Feeds on the soul
Gives me the feeling
Of atonement
When it goes
Like tapered days
May be the salt
Might be the cold shoulder
That told you
What you already know
Then you don't know
Which is the blade
Which is profane
Which is the love
Which is my lane
Which is my lane
My lane
My lane
Hey makes me ashamed
Makes me behave
Molds me to sameness
Keeps me whole
Feeds on the soul
Gives me the feeling
Of atonement
When it goes
Like tapered days
May be the salt
Might be the cold shoulder
That told you
What you already know
Then you don't know
Which is the blade
Which is profane
Which is the love
Which is my lane
Which is profane
Which is the love
Which is my lane
Which is profane
Which is the love
Which is my lane



Credits
Writer(s): Lora Faye Ashuvud
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