A Grade
In the vacuum of the ideas
I can see your figure
In the backstage of my daily actions
Putting off my education
Paranoia, kilometres
I don't care about it
Only if my solitude's protected
But reappearing you destroy me
Cannot stand the annoying sound
The shower has a water loss
Reminding me that I should fix it
I should stop wasting my time
I recall that one time
I bought a Michael Jackson pin
And gave you cause it was a present
But you lost it in a while
Like the patch made out of felt
And glue gun on a Christmas day
My fingers glued to make you happy
Now it's dropped under your desk
Has anything I've ever done ever been important to you?
Has anything I've ever done ever had any value to you?
I've cried to Farewell Transmission
I've cried to Farewell Transmission
I've cried to Farewell Transmission
I've cried to a farewell
"I am less than anyone" says the voice in my head
Blame my father and the environment
Blame them both
"Never show your weakness", ataraxia at best
How it goes, you play a lot
Of course I'm happy
I should not be thankful
If somebody makes me feel I can be loved
I deserve love
I've cried to Farewell Transmission
I can see your figure
In the backstage of my daily actions
Putting off my education
Paranoia, kilometres
I don't care about it
Only if my solitude's protected
But reappearing you destroy me
Cannot stand the annoying sound
The shower has a water loss
Reminding me that I should fix it
I should stop wasting my time
I recall that one time
I bought a Michael Jackson pin
And gave you cause it was a present
But you lost it in a while
Like the patch made out of felt
And glue gun on a Christmas day
My fingers glued to make you happy
Now it's dropped under your desk
Has anything I've ever done ever been important to you?
Has anything I've ever done ever had any value to you?
I've cried to Farewell Transmission
I've cried to Farewell Transmission
I've cried to Farewell Transmission
I've cried to a farewell
"I am less than anyone" says the voice in my head
Blame my father and the environment
Blame them both
"Never show your weakness", ataraxia at best
How it goes, you play a lot
Of course I'm happy
I should not be thankful
If somebody makes me feel I can be loved
I deserve love
I've cried to Farewell Transmission
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Writer(s): Andrea De Simone Sacca'
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