Keep running through the bottles of dark white water
And I run from you
Thinking that you are the one who will fill me up
Why couldn't I live with my own flower
Was it too pale to keep?
Because I am tired of this
But I keep walking
As if running away from the guilt
From facing you
Without facing me
Am I alone in this cult?
For god of belonging
I waste me
Because I am tired of this
Because I am tired
The more I find the more I doubt
Like a howling chased by wind
I miss your hands