I prayed, I prayed, God sent me right to voicemail
It's like all day my vanity is for sale
Take it away, my head is in my own hell
Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Sing to me, 'Cause I can't hear myself
Through the loudness of my own words
Call me selfish when I say this, say this
I'm kind of helpless and I need you
Sing to me, 'Cause I'm not doing well
Somehow I got nominated as the king of sadness
I've got so much to know that I could even feed the birds
It's like all day my vanity is for sale
Take it away, my head is in my own hell
Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Sing to me, 'Cause I can't hear myself
Through the loudness of my own words
Call me selfish when I say this, say this
I'm kind of helpless and I need you
Sing to me, 'Cause I'm not doing well
Somehow I got nominated as the king of sadness
I've got so much to know that I could even feed the birds