I’m not telling you about painting I made after you gone.
Your vibes quite weird.
I can feel it
Is there a tornado in your head?
How can I help?
Would you like to join me dancing in the rain?
Or you prefer to jumping and swim into my pain?
Do you still keep the faith of us should to depending?
Hey, your back is almost crack.
Don’t you better to take a break?
Don’t let your soul to begging, cause it doesn’t cool to faking.
Here, let’s holding on.
Let’s blow the clown.
