Tell me what I lack and I gotta upgrade
You're still worth it
It's the years of no depression decade
I'm still off it
It's in my soul
Rabbits dancing on my soul
Thought that there was a hole
Right, ironic, so melodic
Parachutes like parasols
My life is a paradox
All of my inner facts
Resolve in a vague atmosphere
Feel pressure when we are all here
So I'm gonna lock in my room
My room is a metaphor for my feelings
It's little air in here but I can not open the windows
Cause it's cold outside even if I like these winters
I have to sit inside and blackout cause there's nothing left to breathe in
What do I do if there's nothing I believe in
Rains on Sundays
I'm like
Sad and lonely
It's always
The same things I write
I'm so tired of this void
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Tell me what I lack and I gotta upgrade
You're still worth it
It's the years of no depression decade
I'm still off it
It's in my soul
Rabbits dancing on my soul
Thought that there was a hole
Right, ironic, so melodic
Parachutes like parasols
My life is a paradox
All of my inner facts
Resolve in a vague atmosphere
Feel pressure when we are all here
So I'm gonna lock in my room
My room is a metaphor for my feelings
It's little air in here but I can not open the windows
Cause it's cold outside even if I like these winters
I have to sit inside and blackout cause there's nothing left to breathe in
What do I do if there's nothing I believe in
Rains on Sundays
I'm like
Sad and lonely
It's always
The same things I write
I'm so tired of this void
You're still worth it
It's the years of no depression decade
I'm still off it
It's in my soul
Rabbits dancing on my soul
Thought that there was a hole
Right, ironic, so melodic
Parachutes like parasols
My life is a paradox
All of my inner facts
Resolve in a vague atmosphere
Feel pressure when we are all here
So I'm gonna lock in my room
My room is a metaphor for my feelings
It's little air in here but I can not open the windows
Cause it's cold outside even if I like these winters
I have to sit inside and blackout cause there's nothing left to breathe in
What do I do if there's nothing I believe in
Rains on Sundays
I'm like
Sad and lonely
It's always
The same things I write
I'm so tired of this void
Writer: Ivan Khurudzhi
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