Flowing on and on, still in time, but feeling listless Turning 'round and 'round, take a look at me as I spin away Coming out of me is my heart, though you can't see it Seeing as that's so, I guess you just don't care?
Coming out of me is no movement, and time goes on Draining through its cracks, and so doing to the very day I don't know a thing, ignorant of my surroundings I am merely me, and can be no more
Am I living in a dream? I can't even see, it seems Even if I were to scream, the words come to mean nothing Say it's sad, and I ask, why? Mere exhaustion's my reply All my feelings, I deny, what may be may well go by
If the words I come to hear are confusing to the ear, Then my heart is so confined to pay all of them no mind And if coming out of me, any movement should you see, It means all color will change, and with black shall be exchanged
For a person such as me, is a future guaranteed? In this world, I feel so small, do I have a place at all? Has this place still yet to show? Is this sadness, is this woe? Though it matters to me so, I must say I do not know
If by foot I do go on, by exhaustion I am drawn, Knowing others as anon, so they might as well be gone If I am in a such a way, and yet I will change someday, When I change, as so I say, white will wash the dark away
Flowing on and on, still in time, but feeling listless Turning 'round and 'round, take a look at me as I spin away Coming out of me is my heart, though you can't see it Seeing as that's so, I guess you just don't care?
Coming out of me is no movement, and time goes on Draining through its cracks, and so doing to the very day I don't know a thing, ignorant of my surroundings I am merely me, and can be no more
Am I living in a dream? I can't even see, it seems Even if I were to scream, the words come to mean nothing Say it's sad, and I ask, why? Mere exhaustion's my reply All my feelings, I deny, what may be may well go by
If the words I come to hear are confusing to the ear, Then my heart is so confined to pay all of them no mind And if coming out of me, any movement should you see, It means all color will change, and with black shall be exchanged
What if time never decrees there is future left for me? That no place like that will be, a place where I can be free? And if what I want to say, should I summarize my ways, Is a mutter in dismay, "I'm no good, I'll go away"?
Is there such a place for me, there which I can gladly be? Is there such a time in sight, then in which I will feel right? If I am in a such a way, and yet I will change someday, When I change, as so I say, white will wash the dark away
Am I living in a dream? I can't even see, it seems Even if I were to scream, the words come to mean nothing Say it's sad, and I ask, why? Mere exhaustion's my reply All my feelings, I deny, what may be may well go by
If the words I come to hear are confusing to the ear, Then my heart is so confined to pay all of them no mind And if coming out of me, any movement should you see, It means all color will change, and with black shall be exchanged
And if I should ever move, and if I should ever move, Everything will be destroyed, everything will be destroyed Should I sadden at my plight, should I sadden at my plight, Will the color of my heart change to be a brilliant white?
Everything there is to you, everything there is to me, Everything there is to all, I don't know what it could be If my ever-burdened eyes were to open in surprise, Everything would turn to ash, everything will turn to black