one particular I can't get used to
I can't have your photo by the bed
There's a mirror on the ceiling
but I won't see my tired old face
it shows the past, the life I led
Yesterday I was a different boy
and the world is changing fast
but I feel deep inside that I should let go
You can't see into other people's heads
sometimes it makes you feel like living dead
because you can't see into other people's minds
but at least you're healthy and alive
Why can't I just close the door and
give my love to someone new
is the world to big or me too small?
though I loved you my heart suffered
I didn't wanna be a bother
someone should have sooner heard me call
Yesterday you were a different girl
and the world was changing fast
but you feel deep inside that you can't let go
You can't see into other people's heads
sometimes it makes you feel like living dead
because you can't see into other people's minds
but at least you're healthy and alive
You wish you could read my lyrics between the lines
but you know, my friend, 't's reading other people's minds
in the end, I'm just writing to sell
exhausted to death, but alive and well
