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Pe principiul “when words fail you, quote”. Matchbox Twenty – Unwell.

All day – staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night – hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something

Hold on
I’m feeling like I’m headed for a breakdown
I don’t know why

I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell
I know right now you can’t tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you’ll see
A different side of me
I’m not crazy, I’m just a little impaired
I know right now you don’t care
But soon enough you’re gonna think of me
And how I used to be… me

Talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
I know… I know they’ve all been talking ’bout me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me

Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow
I’ve lost my mind

I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell
I know, right now you can’t tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you’ll see
A different side of me
I’m not crazy, I’m just a little impaired
I know right now you don’t care
But soon enough you’re gonna think of me
And how I used to be

I’ve been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they’ll come to get me
Yeah, they’re taking me away

I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell
I know, right now you can’t tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you’ll see
A different side of me
I’m not crazy I’m just a little impaired
I know, right now you don’t care
But soon enough you’re gonna think of me
And how I used to be