My soul is restless br I feel it stirring in my breast br As if it wants to escape br But I'm keeping it chained br It can't keep running, it needs to rest br br The music that used to soothe br Seems to aggravate br the alcohol that used to anaethetise br Tastes bitter and serves no purpose br Seems to exacerbate br br The drugs that dull the pain br Hold no more attraction br Your arms and voice br Are my only satisfaction br br I don't want to be alone br I don't want anyone else br What have you done br I'm used to being by myselfbr br Mandi Ducroqbr br