Nothing Good Is Real
Obsessive kind with a possessive mind I can only love my hand
If you should come close little sister you may find
The smoke unbearable that's the way I kill my time
Sometimes I feel nothing good is real
Sometimes I know nothing good is slow
When it turns to go
Forbid me to get weird the way I always do
'cause something disappears and I could end up killing you
You are so quiet shy and beautiful today
I wouldn't pass you up, if you could only come my way
Sometimes I feel
Autor(es): John Davis