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One day
Friends come and go
Here, at the other end of the world
I'm all alone
In my 6m² castle
Don't wanna watch TV
Don't wanna fall in love again
My idols are old already
And already married or dead
I feel all their eyes on me still
Like I'm too exotic to be real
One day I'll hit the ground again
And maybe then I'll be human
I feel that old chill, what're you up to ?
Are you real when I don't talk to you ?
One day I'll come to you, my friend
And maybe one day I'll live again
Am I sick from loneliness
Or is it just melancholy ?
Will I ever move past this mess
Am I bracing against fatality ?
Is there a way away from uncompleteness
Are my desires too big for a little wannabe ?
The walls are toxic
The floor is lava
The desk, my chair, are caustic
Our laughs blend in an acid memory
I feel all their eyes on me still
Like I'm too exotic to be real
One day I'll hit the ground again
And maybe then I'll be human
I feel that old chill, what're you up to ?
Are you real when I don't talk to you ?
One day I'll come to you, my friend
And maybe one day I'll live again
Come to defeat me
To defeat the purpose of my boredom
If it's not now, if it's not here
What colour is our home ?
Here, at the other end of the world
I'm all alone
In my 6m² castle
Don't wanna watch TV
Don't wanna fall in love again
My idols are old already
And already married or dead
I feel all their eyes on me still
Like I'm too exotic to be real
One day I'll hit the ground again
And maybe then I'll be human
I feel that old chill, what're you up to ?
Are you real when I don't talk to you ?
One day I'll come to you, my friend
And maybe one day I'll live again
Am I sick from loneliness
Or is it just melancholy ?
Will I ever move past this mess
Am I bracing against fatality ?
Is there a way away from uncompleteness
Are my desires too big for a little wannabe ?
The walls are toxic
The floor is lava
The desk, my chair, are caustic
Our laughs blend in an acid memory
I feel all their eyes on me still
Like I'm too exotic to be real
One day I'll hit the ground again
And maybe then I'll be human
I feel that old chill, what're you up to ?
Are you real when I don't talk to you ?
One day I'll come to you, my friend
And maybe one day I'll live again
Come to defeat me
To defeat the purpose of my boredom
If it's not now, if it's not here
What colour is our home ?
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