Like a dull pain in my headBuried by my fantasies andCrowded by old memoriesI can't isolate the diseaseSo it spreadsLike a dull ache in my heartJust one thought starts to sparkA raging fire of doubtNo juice to put it out'cause my creative wells are dryFrom mental droughtLooks like a dull night by myself againAnd I got no money and no girlfriendAnd I'm thinking too muchAnd I'm making pretendInventing problems and despair to wallow inIt's pretty dumbLike a dull knife in my backI'm my own worst enemyThis war inside of meKeeps on taking the same casualtyBut now I'm ready to launch a counter-attackYeah!(Yeah! Right)

 

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