Wasia Project - To Get Better

In the corner of my room alone
With someone who destroys the way I truly am
In the back seat of my car
We're kissing poison and the arguments are melting like the sand
Like the sand
And oh, how things change
I don't wanna be with me anymore
And, oh, it's such a shame to feel like I'm out of control
I'm out of control

I long for days with brighter skies, my dear
I'll make my way to paradise, don't fear for me
'Cause I'm really, really tryin' to get better
To get better
Smiling's so hard for me

Ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah
(Ooh)

Maybe it's all meant to be, this lazy drunken agony
That makes me wanna stay in bed
It's all shadows and regrets, the superficial cigarettes
And all the starin' makes me cry and wail
And oh, oh, how horrible it feels to be panickin'
And oh, how unsolvable to feel like I'm out of control
I'm out of control

So hug me tight and wish me luck, my friend
And hope that we will link our arms again
'Cause I'm really, really smilin' to get better
To get better

Ah, ah-ah (make it better)
Ah, ah-ah (make it better)
Ah, ah-ah
(Ooh)
Ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah (make it better)

Better, better
I promise that I'll make it better
Ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah