Sick of these repeating daysNo one would know if I disappearedAlone in the middle of this cityThis hurts so much Nobody knowsNo one is talking to meNobody knowsI feel like I’ve been pushed and falling
Each day is so newMaybe I’m not the person everyone wantsMy blue heart that appeared in late springCouldn’t give a resting place to anyone I knowThat the things that shine outside the windowAren’t mine yet
Let’s ride a motorcycle as a guitarLet’s ride a motorcycle as a guitarLet’s ride a motorcycle as a guitar Let’s play a guitar as a motorcycleLet’s play a guitar as a motorcycleLet’s play a guitar as a motorcycle