what's wrong with me?
callea, anthony
cos i'm fighting with myself
cigarettes and scotch don't help
but am i frightened of the truth
that without you i'm no good
i struggle with my thoughts
these words are hard to speak
all the hurt that i've shown
the secrets that we share
would you treat them all with care
i'm ashamed of the thrill
but i could not help myself
saw myself with someone else
i struggle with my thoughts
these words are hard to speak
cos i'm fighting with myself
cigarettes and scotch don't help