I've lost the ability to paint the clouds
Cause it's me you're draining (you're draining me)
I'm stuck in this slow-motion dark day
Cause everytime you run, I fall.. behind
I fall behind
And so I hear my voice again
The tale of the bitter man who I am
Shake the silence and hear what it says
The tranquil pride that become the lie
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Story by lfknslk
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