cloudwithcloth - Z Tapes/timbr

No one has anything to say

Now I ask don't look my way

Seeing you just makes it worse

There's no meaning in their talk

As I'm bleeding yet still walk

Losing precious diamond thoughts

Have you seen my cloud-white cloth

Gliding under where I walk

Pure-born spirit that I caught

Now I'm dressing all in red

Noose tied reasons in my head

Can't I love myself at all

Can't I love myself myself

Can't I love myself myself

Can't I love myself myself

You'll be fine you'll be fine

You'll be fine you'll be fine

You'll be fine