Lyrics: Esmae
Music: Esmae
Arranger: Esmae
People who know Psychology
from a bygone century
diagnosed me
With some so called disorders
no money for therapy or the petty me
Im being trapped in dilemma
wanna quit the drama
If I
make it out alive
Iโ ll never spend my life
Walking on a line
not too far, not too close
Do ask my soul
itโ s just the way it goes
Insecurity makes me cry
Hide my dark side
The detrimental scent of honey
the sign of one approaching me
poisoned by suffocating passion
All those illusions
ohhh
i dance with people without touching
and only hold hands
in grand thinking
If I
make it out alive
No regrets for my repulse
cuz when Iโ m greedy
they draw me no lines
๏ผ i want distances to be๏ผ
not too far, not too close
Do ask my soul
itโ s just the way it goes
at last
i hesitate to perceive
at last
I retreat
to my bed
my nest
my bed
my nest