Henry Moodie - bad emotions Lyrics


I’ve spent my life on gin, what’s wrong with me?
Why is my chest so tight and I find it hard to sleep?
Try to run from the feeling, but I know
That’s no way of dealing, and so
I’ve learned to live with my anxieties

‘Cause I’ve got some bad emotions
It’s just a part of life, it doesn’t mean I’m broken
At the worst of times, I tell myself to
Breathe, count to three, wait and see that I’ll be okay
‘Cause I’ve got some bad emotions
Took a minute, but I’m finding ways of coping
When I’m on the edge, I know I gotta
Breathe, count to three, and I’ll be in a better place
It’s just some bad emotions

My parents didn’t raise me to give in
So I’ll never let the bad emotions win
The world will keep on spinning, and I know
Tomorrow I’ll feel different, that’s how it goes
So I tell myself that I’d rather sink or swim

‘Cause I’ve got some bad emotions
It’s just a part of life, it doesn’t mean I’m broken
At the worst of times, I tell myself to
Breathe, count to three, wait and see that I’ll be okay
‘Cause I’ve got some bad emotions
Took a minute, but I’m finding ways of coping
When I’m on the edge, I know I gotta
Breathe, count to three, and I’ll be in a better place
It’s just some bad emotions
It’s just some bad emotions

[?] that I’ll get better
I’ll come out the other side
It’s not always raining weather
So I better keep [?]
It’s just some bad emotions

Henry Moodie - bad emotions Lyrics

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