Artist: Prozzäk
Song: simon's final thoughts
Year: 1999
Something is wrong with me
Can't seem to get to sleep
I've got a strange disease
Words tumble out of me
Careless and clumsily
Nothing is what it seems
Passing my time, planning the crime
Of stealing your heart away from you
Wondering if I could rock you a rhyme
To convince you to marry me
Yeah, i've got a strange disease
