Текст: Creevey Crisis. Moving Photos & Memories. Dear Tom.

Dear Tom, I don?t feel so good this morning
I woke up and my poor head was pounding
Feels like I?m all out of sorts in every way
Can?t quite recall just what I did yesterday

Don?t know how you got back in my head again
I?ve got to find a way to stop you, this is the end
Feels like you?re eating away at my very soul
Feels like my life is spiraling out of control

Dear Tom, I know that he?ll never notice me
If there was only some way you could help me
I?d give up my soul to hear him say my name
Where?s this blood from? Am I really sane?

Don?t know how you got back in my head again
I?ve got to find a way to stop you, this is the end
Feels like you?re eating away at my very soul
Feels like my life is spiraling out of control