Tricks In My Brain

Lover, I need a break To consult my chaplain Cos I can no longer stand the earthquake. My sanity don’t think fake Although doubts still remain Lover, I need a break Or else I’ll make a mistake As fickle feelings I can’t any more contain Cos I can no longer stand the earthquake. Am I fake or awake? Seems tricks are terrorizing my brain Lover, I need a break. Let me visit my lover’s lake To clear my strain in the rain Cos I can no longer stand the earthquake. Lover, my brain don’t wreck Or else you’ll lose my gregarious grain Cos I need a break Since I can no longer stand the earthquake.