(Buck/Mills/Stipe)
|
|
|
|
I feel great. I lied to save your feelings.
|
Truth convened, my head smashed through the celling
|
I lost an arm, no one harmed, you diplomatically alarmed
|
I sulked away to lick my thin skin
|
I'm not over you, I'm not over you, I'm not over you
|
|
-----------------
|
I'm Not Over You
|
| R.E.M. |