Prozzäk

Simon's Final Thought

by Prozzäk

1 Views Dec 05, 2025

Lyrics

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
Ya I've got a strange disease