If I were to open up,
You would have a mess to clean.
With a twitch of breath to even the illness inside,
I'm tired of living through symmetry
And I'm losing my faith in the story behind the clouds.
I hope your figure me out before I do.
You would have a mess to clean.
With a twitch of breath to even the illness inside,
I'm tired of living through symmetry
And I'm losing my faith in the story behind the clouds.
I hope your figure me out before I do.