The beginning says:
"Don't forget about me".
The end only says:

"We'll never meet, yeah".

Happyness says:

"Can you gimme a ride?"
But anxiety knows,
there's more room inside, yeah.


The wind would love,
to stay here with you.

Fog, he tries,
to think it through, yeah.


The disguise moans:
"I feel so used".
Promodel says:

"I wanna be yours," yeah.

Wanna be yours.


Heart lets it slip:
"I'm not a boss".

Nowhere admits:
"I wanna be loved".


Truth whispering:
"Don't conceal me".
Love secretly writes:

"Come and find me".

Come and find me.


"Where did we go wrong?"
Said the memory.

The flower appeals:
"Please kidnap me," yeah.


"Gimme your hand."
Is what said the fear.
Children they dine

with wild tigers here.

TV, it hissed:

"It's just us two."
Its shadow repeats:
"Can't follow you," yeah.


Can't follow you.


Temptation says:
"I am the boss."
The hiding-place says:

"I feel so lost," yeah.

And so the cringe

fits so afraid.
Gravity warns:
"No need to hate," yeah.