Does these foolish, foolish thoughts   Why don't they go away   They fill me with doubt   And I dig my own grave      So I cry, cry, cry   And feel sorry for myself   All I wanna do is get high, that's it   And I dig my own grave      I don't get it, I just don't understand   Because we talked about it   We talked and talked, you said   You weren't that kind of man      Oh, it makes me feel sick   Makes me weak in the heart   And I don't know what to do   Because where am I supposed to get my strength      You are a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad boy   You used to make me feel good   You made my day and now you're gone away   You went, you went away      I don't understand   And I'm full of it all these foolish   Foolish, foolish, foolish, foolish   Foolish, foolish foolish thoughts   Why don't they go away?   They fill me with doubt   And I dig my own grave      It's a sad, sad life to feel sorry for yourself   Hope falls short, we dig our own graves      Now I try to look up to the bright side of things   But it just doesn't seem to work   You know it just makes me feel   Like I'm just missing out      About all the good things in life   And everybody's having fun, I'm not   I must be doing something wrong   But I don't know what to do      I try, try, try and try, and try, and try, I know if you could   You're supposed to make me feel better   And I don't feel better, I feel worse   And I don't know where you are   And why am I filled with these foolish, foolish thoughts      Why don't they go away?   They fill me with doubt   And I dig my own grave   Dig, dig, dig and I dig my own grave