Lydia - Song For You

Sometimes I get the feeling
I’m less then all of you
I got the feeling you’re all on the ground
And I’m still standing at the ceiling
I can’t help it
But these thoughts
Make me feel like a kid
I can’t help it
That my mind is making me mad
And you are making me sad

May I ask
Am I less then you
May I ask
Must I feel blue
Can I help myself by saying you’re worthy more
I don’t think for sure

Sometimes I get the feeling
I feel all strange
We’re like in a store
Yow giving me to much, and I have no change
I can’t help it
But these thoughts
I can’t admit
I can’t help it
That my mind is making me mad
And these feelings are making me sad

May I ask
Am I less then you
May I ask
Must I feel blue
Can I help myself by saying you’re worthy more
I don’t think for sure

I feel weird, I can’t help myself
These thoughts make me return to my shelf
And all the wonders in the world will not help me
But if God wants it this way to be

I can’t help it
Myself
I’m too strange
Want back in my shelf
I got no change
Want back in my shelf
It’s got to be all arranged
Want back in my shelf