Is it weird of me that I keep escaping
into something that's so pure, it's unreal
do you think that you can grow to appreciate it
and trust what you feel
I feel, like a little drop in waterfall of life
and I feel fine
I know, sometimes what you've lost defines what you still have
so do you feel fine?
You can't wrap me up in this web of textures
or make me somebody who I am not
I don't want to interfere, with your bleak delusion
of what you call life
I feel, like a little drop in waterfall of life
and I feel fine
I know, sometimes what you've lost defines what you still have
so do you feel fine?
