no idea where to go cause no idea where I’m home no idea who’s a friend know you’re tired to pretend so don’t
I feel nothing when I look at you I feel nothing when I listen to I feel nothing, nothing There were mountains and fields there were winds I could feel you just stopped being real cause you chose the wrong pill my dear I don’t wait for a sign that you used to be mine you may goon to lie may be dead or alive I’m fine