Why should I feel so bad?
When they say there's joy to bereave
But when the blues come creeping in
They bring all that suffering
It's my soul
It's all I own
And I can't control
Sometimes I cry
I must confess
I sleep ok but I don't
Get much rest
It's my soul, babe
It's my soul
I don't know why now people
Just my soul
I can't control