5. 5. . Falling apart. I'm sickening. I'm sickening. . Losing my heart. I'm sickening. I'm sickening. . Retract. Trying to forget. Trying to protect. 5, 5, 5, 5.
Please forgive me, I don't think I'm the same. Reconnect me and program back the haze. No way I could ever be the same. If I could have one day to sweep this all away.