New face, the same race
Feels like outer space
Still i can't fight with this cold
New look, new routine
Less space in between
Still i can help to let you go
Thats my ode
To the dead feelings
No complains
And a bit less things to believe in
Those shores of hope, you know
Can't be reached with that mindset
You should know
There's always money bundle for relief
More things, less feelings
No drama - no stress
Heartstrings are squealing
Some form of success
American cycle
I'm not on my own
I sing like i`m michael
But sound like a clone (oh no)
She sounds like more trouble
She looks like a dream
These waters are muddy
It's too dark to swim
Her taste is like honey
She stings like a bee
My straits are so dire
But how can i leave her?
Thats my ode
To the dead feelings
No complains
And a bit less things to believe in
Those shores of hope, you know
Can't be reached with that mindset
You should know
There's always money bundle for relief