Compositor: Harry Citradi / Ano Stevano
Remember that time of the year?
You're not supposed to be like this
Without your mask
You know it's never been so clear
It's better that we stay this way
I can't go back
It's like a really hard slap from reality
I don't need a friend to be here with me
A screen and a keys prolly all I need, oh, oh
Well, maybe
It's my fault
Afraid I'll lose you
I kinda used to being stabbed
My heart is not mine anymore
Or maybe
It's my fault
Afraid I'll lose you
Are really nothing but a thoughts
We can leave those at the door
Or maybe?
If only I can be a tree
Standing on the edge of a cliff
Minding my own biz
The sky is never been so clear
I better get sober up
This can't be real
It's like a really hard slap from reality
I don't need a friend to be here with me
A screen and a keys prolly all I need, oh, oh
I rather squeeze all my money than to step outside
The Sun is too bright so I better hide
I'm sorry, not sorry
I don't mind, oh, oh
Well, maybe
Well, maybe
It's my fault
Afraid I'll lose you
I kinda used to being stabbed
My heart is not mine anymore
Or maybe
It's my fault
Afraid I'll lose you
Are really nothing but a thoughts
We can leave those at the door
Or maybe?