Dig My Own Grave Lyrics

These foolish, foolish thoughts
Why do they go away
They fill me with doubt
And I dig my own grave

So, I cry, cry, cry
And feel sorry for myself
All I wanna do is get high

That's all, and to dig my own grave
I don't get it, I just don't understand
Because we talked about it

We talked and talked
You said you weren't that kind of man, oh
It makes me feel sick, makes me weak
In the heart and I don't know what to do
Because where am I supposed to get my strength

You are a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, boy
You used to make me feel good
You made my day and now you're gone you went
You went away I don't understand
And I'm full of it all these...

Foolish, foolish, foolish, foolish
Foolish, foolish, foolish thoughts

Why don't they go away
They fill me with doubt
And I dig my own grave
It's a sad life

To feel sorry for yourself, hope falls short
We dig our own graves
Now I try to look up to the bright side of things
But it just doesn't seem to work

You know it just makes me feel like
I'm just missing out about
All the good things in life
And everybody's having fun, I'm not
I must be doing something

Wrong, but I don't know what to do
I try, try, try and try and try and try
I know if you could you're supposed
To make me feel better
And I don't feel better
I feel worse and I don't know
Where you are and why am I filled with these...

Foolish, foolish thoughts
Why don't they go away
They fill me with doubt
And I dig my own grave
I dig my own grave