Sweet Nothings (A Break from Getting Better)

I dance with my microphone in my room I guess that sometimes I think it’s you And whisper sweet nothings into it’s ear It lets me feel like you’re still here, like you’re still here My dear Years passing by But who am I? Who am I? I need a break from getting better From getting better Slow down I might drown If the storm keeps rise- Who am I? Who am I? Who am I Without you My love Dance to the rhythm of the rain on the roof I know it’s hard to hear but I ain’t over you And that’s the truth, it’s not easy being healthy But now I’m at a point where my honesty is selfish Cause I’m a role-model but I miss my own model? A boy with no father and taught by no macho See my love for you made me a man I hope you understand No plan, I just miss holding your hand