Part III

The color of my face it changes by day
But when the cold comes through it washes away
I wanna paint it so that it stays the same
The blood inside me′s a dark purple shade
I feel it coming don’t know where I can stay
My eyes more cloudy almost every day
Wish I could speak but there is nothing to say
All I can can show u is this piece of my

I waste my time in the morning and evening
Caught in a feeling
I lose my mind looking up at the ceiling
It′s just a feeling
It’s just a feeling
It’s just a feeling
It′s just a feeling