I’m feeling the same cold room every now and then.
A face that keeps changing every now and then.
Another direction, blowing in the wind.
Nothing but empty promises every now and then.
All over the same four thoughts every now and then.
Every now and then.
Every now and then.
Every now and then.
Every now and then.
What is the purpose?
Every now every now and then.
I get kinda nervous.
I want it all to end.
Don't understand the purpose.
Every now and then.
Please don’t look but you’re drowning.
This is your punishment.
A small mind with a plaything.
A tiny little wren.
You go out that door that you came in.
This is your punishment.
You don't mean what you're saying.
You don't mean what you say.
I pay no mind what you say.
I pay no mind at all.
Everything is out of our hands.
Everything is out of our hands.
Everything is out of our hands.
And I don’t believe what you’re saying.
That everything is out of our hands.
We’ve been over and over the same things
but everything is out of our hands.
Waving from opposite cliffs now.
Both waving and drowning......
Everything is out of hands now.
Everything is out of hands.
Better get in the boats now.
When everything is out of our hands.
It's easier to not look now.
When everything is out of your hands.
Everything is out of your hands.
Everything is out of your hands.
Everything is out of your hands.
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