Stuff - Dana Williams

Maybe I’ll keep trying

Maybe I’ll keep wrestling the wind

Maybe I’ll keep lying to myself in this life of sin

'Cause life is weird and life gets hard

You walk a mile, but go a yard

I always make the same mistakes

Why can’t I give myself a break?

I can’t find myself

I placed it on the highest shelf

With the rest of the stuff

With the rest of the stuff

I can’t find myself

I lost it with everything else

With the rest of the stuff

With the rest of the stuff

With th rest of the stuff

Guess I’m gtting tired

Guess it’s just my patience wearing thin

Confidence is fired

All these years of living in this skin

'Cause life is weird and life gets hard

You walk a mile, but go a yard

I always make the same mistakes

Why can’t I give myself a break?

I can’t find myself

I placed it on the highest shelf

With the rest of the stuff

With the rest of the stuff

I can’t find myself

I lost it with everything else

With the rest of the stuff

With the rest of the stuff

With the rest of the stuff