We cry, we make time fly
Best friends, or are we?
Forever
They stare from behind gla** doors
We never ask them why
We're here
We're all stuck inside
A picture
In a broken frame
From a bird's eye view
When the thought comes
I'll bite my lip
In the corner of my mind
Unspoken words mean nothing
Gonna take a walk outside
A cold wind blows
And I don't feel anything at all
A picture
In a broken frame
From a bird's eye view
When the thought comes
I'll bite my lip
In the corner of my mind
A picture
In a broken frame
From a bird's eye view
When the thought comes
I'll bite my lip
In the corner of my mind