Lyrics - Simon's Final Thoughts by Prozzak

Something is wrong with me
Can't seem to get to sleep
I've got a strange disease
Words tumble out of me
Careless and clumsily
Nothing is what it seems
Passing my time planning the crime
Of stealing your heart away from you
Wondering if
I could rock you a rhyme
To convince you to marry me
Ya
I've got a strange disease