Déjà Vu

I don't know what is in my head
I don’t know why sometimes my soul goes dead
I don’t know what the hell's going on
For most times, I don’t have the courage to take things on

I know I wear my heart on my sleeve
And that’s the way I am
It’s not about love or things that make you feel good
It's the choices you make when you stand up in that room

I can no longer kid myself today
Stupid, haha, that’s is all I can say
I can beat my head on the back of this wall
And the pain doesn’t lessen anyway

It’s is the coward in me that needs to be hung
The fool who cannot say no
The little devil inside my head
Who said unwrap the package at one go.

I wish I could tear this heart of mine
And squeeze him till he gets my drift
I wish that all the pain he's put me through
Will someday make bring hope to this lost ship

And there’s the matter in my head
That has never belonged to me
It's got the location right-he's on an ox
And he listens to the foolish whispers in the field

So if you see basket cases like me moving in a daze
Or having an off day at noon
We've struck out, again, my son
And she got away, because of this fool.