The bus driver’s indifferent eyes The never-ending stairs, I’m walking while staring at the ground Until the jammed up highway clears up I’m looking at the color of the sky In order to hide my regret The sunset is glowing red
Whenever someone points a finger at me I feel a corner of my heart growing hot I believe I believe I believe It’s alright, when you tell me those warm words I know I needed you, even if I pretend to be strong and push you away