That's quite ironic. Something eddies in me.
I entrust my body to it. Unchanging days.
I was looking up the smoke
I found a spider gazing me through a gap in the smoke.
As if myself losing the way to go
I can't move like the butterfly caught in the web.
I would play into your hand, if I struggle.
How long do you keep me as a preservative food?
For me, you seem to look over there.
How long do you keep me as a preservative food?
It's your territory
I'm a wingless bipolar
How long do you keep me as a preservative food?
For me, you seem to look over there.
How long do you keep me as a preservative food?
For me, you seem to look over there.
There's a reality behind the window
The rain drops are like tick
If you wait a little longer, I would fly, before the smoke would be gone.
