Nothing...
Nothing's wrong
I guess I like foolish
Situations

Nothing...
No, nothing's wrong
I just want to let it go
No direction...

Feeling,
Swaying slow
Just before giving up for real
I want to know

Away,
My veins away
Away, no chains
No more, at all (of all) ...

Tell me lies... Why...
My wings are falling apart
Tell me lies... Why...
I'm living without you around
Tell me lies...

Sustain
Contain the fall
Of words denying sense
Being plain, plainly fool

Playing
Acting rules
Just not the way it should
Reverse our codes

Away,
My veins away
Away, no pain
No more, of all...

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Writer(s): Alex Lee, Emma Shapplin