I've cried a bit
and a bit I've said, 'No'.
In a while... I don't know.
I've even laughed a bit
and so have you a bit.
Air of life
that kills me every so often
but then consoles me.
It takes me by hand
and it tortures me later.
It messes with you.
And you think, 'What a shitty world'.
I always reply, 'Good'
to your 'How are you?',
but then, but then why?
I don't want to but I'm an accomplice.
Air of life
that kills me every so often
but then consoles me.
It takes me by hand
and it tortures me later.
It messes with you.
And you think, 'What a shitty world'.
Air of life
that kills me every so often
but then consoles me.
It takes me by hand
and it tortures me later.
It messes with you.
And you think, 'What a shitty world'.
And you think, 'What a world...'