It’s like you belong in a short story
Your expressionless smiles are being written in bright colors
And at some point, those things just passed by

In the prime of the scene,
You try to leave
As if it was already a decided part of the story
You were being drawn in a light blue color
But suddenly it changed to a gray

At what point did you stop?
In that little time, the world was soaked
In the finished story that seemed like it was just starting
There is so much that has already been written

In the prime of the scene,
You try to leave
As if it was already a decided part of the story
You were being drawn in a light blue color
But suddenly it changed to a gray

At what point did you stop?
In that little time, the world was soaked
In the finished story that seemed like it was just starting
There is so much that has already been written

At what point did you stop?
In that little time, the world was soaked
In the finished story that seemed like it was just starting
There is so much that has already been written