When I asked myself the other day I came to realise I'm not ok
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I've burned my fingers bad before I've seen myself through worse I'm sure
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But just the same I'm really not ok
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Oh how I wish that I could sleep
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I try but won't just sink that deep
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My fingers won't stop aching so tired yet awaken
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Or should I let it all loose and just weep
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I've been pacing up and down my floors I have lost all sense of time
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I sometimes halt and ask myself if I'm about to loose my mind
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All in all I know
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From when I get up way past lunch time I keep on asking myself
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If when the night falls hard on all I'm up to pace around again
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All in all I know
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All In All I Know
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| Quorthon |
