Im just a symptom of my time,
just a victim of my mind
Turning deaf and dumb and blind
cause I need to
Im inescapably obsessed with the thoughts I have repressed
How I look when Im undressed to receive you
Why do you think your love could ever change me?
Why?
you dont know anything about me baby
Should I wax or should I shave,
be a master or a slave
Would a good girl misbehave like I plan to
Do I smile or do I pout,
turn the collar in or out
Its the little things that count,
baby cant you see that I
just cant take it anymore
I need to find some
kind of light behind the door
Chorus:
And it gets me down,
yes it gets me down
Everybodys got it right but me somehow
And it gets me down,
spins my head around
Life really should be easier by
now I read another magazine,
see the star Ive never been
Hope is something in between all the pages
So I buy a promise in a jar,
I try to cover up the scars
Theres no shelter from the storm when it rages
Ive tried so long and hard and nothing changes
God must be laughing as he turns away
*Chorus*
I just cant take it anymore
I need to find some kind of light behind the door
Im just a symptom of my time...
Symptom Of My Time