Why do I distrust
For what I run away when loving
Always it infuriates
The sun is in my palm
It hurts my limbs so painfully
It burns me
Don't know what to do
Don't know how to be
I'm tired of greed, from the fact how we live
People play it on a loop
I wasted time bumping
Into the wall making dead-flat sounds
Why can't I sometimes
Say what in my head so truthfully
It poisons me
When I was I child I didn't hide my words beneath
The ground I see
So I don't know what to do
Don't know how to be
I'm tired of greed, from the fact how we live
People play it on a loop
Wish to be myself
And wanna cry sometimes
Run away
Wish to be myself
And wanna cry sometimes
Dissolve in waterfall
In the world of words
People hear what they want more
In the world of tags
Tend to choose ones that satisfy their mind
