There's nothing left for me to do just like time and time and time again what else is left for me to prove? but when it comes around I can't help falling down
is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just the weight of stones & feathers I'm not myself maybe I'm never
just like tear that fades away just like a word I can't express or can't explain a thousand voices in my brain I wish they'd comfort me instead it's torturing
is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just the way I'm made to measure I'm not myself maybe I'm never
when all is said and done I confess I've had enough
is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just a chill that lasts forever I'm not myself maybe I'm never
is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just a break in heavy weather I'm not myself maybe I'm never