Behind My Windows

Well I don't believe in anything no more I've never felt so alone, in my life before It seems there is nothing I can deal with, I'm sorry for what I'm feeling I'm sorry for what I will screw up, for all the complaining But I'm not really sure About the best posture Now I'm bending under your pressure Palapta, palapta It's warm and sunny outside still I'm shivering Palapta, palapta It's warm and sunny behind my windows but Palapta, palapta Well besides your speech, the moves you are doing are scaring me too Deaf and blind is what I became Maybe after all, I'm better off on my own Cause I'm too perfect for you, but I'm too perfect for me Can you guess what I mean with this? But I'm not really sure About the best posture Yes I can't deal with it So put your fucking glasses Palapta, palapta It's warm and sunny outside still I'm shivering Palapta, palapta It's warm and sunny behind my windows but Palapta, palapta Palapta, palapta It's warm and sunny outside still I'm shivering Palapta, palapta It's warm and sunny behind my windows but Palapta, palaptadada