too good to be true

I can never tell How I'm feeling Is it over? Am I healing? I'll move anyway Anywhere I want Where it's colder A lonely vagabond I can't choose Keep messing up my noose When life is perfect Too good to be true Now I see I see nothing Nothing's moving Nothing's breathing A peace of mind And a piece of mine Holding in my hand Reversing time I can't choose Keep messing up my noose When life is perfect Too good to be true I can't choose Keep messing up my noose When life is perfect Too good to be true