7th Standard Personal Taste
I am a person and when you speak to me I flinch
Because you are a virus in my head,
Killing me slowly over and over again.
Just this once I couldn't care,
Maybe next time.
Chorus:
Don't run away,
As fast as you can.
Don't run away.
Orange walls of clay
Are minds you can hear,
It's been fully clear.
But when I sleep I dream
Of yellow skies,
That sting my eyes.
Now I come in time,
Leaving swallowed holes behind,
In our lives
Chorus
Can I help?
It's out of boredom,
kill me, then crush me,
I'm in my corner,
The best you can.
It leaves me right here where I am.
You are so sure that,
You can't be bothered where you are,
Because it's so hard.
Don't run away (x3)
I need this to begin
where you can.
Chorus
Can I help?
It's out of boredom,
kill me, then crush me,
I'm in my corner.
Yeah,
The way you got to me,
Yeah,
The way you got to me.