My PMS??

Weird

I am feeling weird, weird as life.
I am feeling weird, weird as science.
My feelings are mixed with all sorts of mines.
My feelings are mixed with all sorts of spice.

I’m lost in my own world.
I’m lost in this vast world.
My mouth is chewing fries, but my stomach contains flies.
My watch watches time flies, but my heart slowly dies.

Something is missing; I don’t know what it is.
Something is missing; I wonder where it is.
There’s a hole in my heart; I can’t find it.
There’s a hole in my soul; I can’t feel it.

I’m feeling weird, as weird as it is.
I’m feeling weird, as weird as can be.
I’m searching for my piece, to find me peace.
I’m searching for that piece, to give me that peace.

I’m feeling weird, as weird as you and me.