Indigestible

I see her tremendous joy in a smiling face... it kind of matters the way she moves, the way it bothers me
What's the use of worrying... I can't do anything about it... so why are we always complaining
A short distance away... imprison my immoral side Violent dislike is here to stay... I have to find a way
What's the use of worrying... I can't do anything about it... so why are we always complaining
Constant without a moment's respite... reject all my offers of compassion
I could never deny... you're indigestible
What's the use of worrying... I can't do anything about it... so why are we always complaining