歌词
3rd desk to the left u typing away
You want to say how you feel
But you wonder who cares what’s real
This is what you expect
And some days it takes even less to get through
Wanna be who you are but you’re so lost
Clocking hours, I've been waiting
Help me now (in)stead of turning away
I'm barely hanging on
But there’s nothing wrong, right?
When everything you touch turns gold
And you can’t hold it on you’re own
On your own
On your own
She belong to malice on the off day
Won’t greet you softly maybe out of her usual
Not in the mood
Told you, you don’t communicate in the typical ways, but
You got nothing to prove
You got shit worth saying too
Gotta be who you are but you’re so lost
Clocking hours, I've been waiting
Help me now (in)stead of turning away
I'm barely hanging on
But there’s nothing wrong, right?
When everything you touch turns gold
And you can’t hold it on you’re own
On your own
On your own
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