One wrong closer to right, one way to look at things
I am used to swallowing your lies mostly to feel something
One wrong closer to right, one way to look at things
I am used to swallowing your lies mostly to feel the taste
One wrong closer to right, one way to look at things
I am used to swallowing your lies mostly to feel something
One wrong closer to right, one way to look at things
I am used to swallowing your lies mostly to feel the taste
One wrong closer to right, one way to look at things
I am used to swallowing your lies mostly to feel something
I will never be able to see the frail
If I can't finish deciding
I will never be able to have the taste of the weak again
If I can't let the truth grow
I must learn to see what lies before me
And that which no one can take away
And even if I don't know where I will be
Then I will still never stop walking
One wrong closer to right, one way to look at sorrow
Swimming gently round in my simple fantasy
In the time after that where I let things be
It allowed me to be sad so I could let myself be me
Let me lose so it could let me be happy
Everything will disappear, only the feelings will remain
They are much closer than that which has been me
The time after that, everything comes from a perspective
Where everything in pretence suddenly comes to life
One wrong closer to right, one way to look at sorrow