Lletres: Jason Bajada. The Disease Of Being Sad.

I see red swimming in my head
I?m going to get you, yes, I?m going to get fed
Enough with the recess
Don?t you want to come home
Home, is where I want to go
Home, is where I want to go

People keep talking
Not enough listening
I?m going to get tired, said I?m going to get tired
Enough with the nonesense
Don?t you want to come home
Home, is where I want to go
Home, is where I want to go

I need the right kind of love in my mind
I know you,re what I need to breathe in quarantine
Or I might spread this disease of being sad
The world it doesn?t need to see my tragedies

I see blue, if it?s anything to you
I?m going to get sad, I?m going to get used
Singing sad songs doesn?t make you want to come home
Home, is where I want to go
Home, is where I want to go

I miss you

I need the right kind of love in my mind
I know you,re what I need to breathe in quarantine
Or I might spread this disease of being sad
The world it doesn?t need to see my tragedies

(Thanks to Jason for these lyrics)