It's hard to be bothered
With things I can't perceive
The sun rose in the west today
I deal with things I can see
I don't have a problem
I only drink when I'm awake
These days I'm not sleeping so well...

I won't set myself on fire
Just because you think it's cold
What someone thinks of me
Is none of my business
But now I fear the face 
That's standing next to me

Every accusation, a new confession
Black and white and shades of gray
The colors of disaster, nuance wiped away
Graveyards filled with people 
who were “technically” correct
And everyone else (who were never right at all)


I won't set myself on fire
Just because you think it's cold
What someone thinks of me
Is none of my business
But now I fear the face 
That's standing next to me

None Of My Business

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