The beginning says:
"Don't forget about me".
The end only says:
"We'll never meet, yeah". Happiness says:
"Can you gimme a ride?"
But anxiety knows,
there's more room inside, yeah. The wind would love,
to stay here with you.
Fog, he tries,
to think it through, yeah. The disguise moans:
"I feel so used".
Promodel says:
"I wanna be yours," yeah. Wanna be yours. Heart lets it slip:
"I'm not a boss".
No one admits:
"I wanna be loved". Truth whispering:
"Don't conceal me".
Love secretly writes:
"Come and find me". Come and find me. "Where did we go wrong?"
Said the memory.
The flower appeals:
"Please kidnap me," yeah. "Gimme your hand."
Is what said the fear.
Children they dine
with wild tigers here. TV, it hissed:
"It's just us two."
Its shadow repeats:
"Can't follow you," yeah. Can't follow you. Temptation says:
"I am the boss."
The hiding place says:
"I feel so lost," yeah. And so the cringe
fits so afraid.
Gravity warns:
"No need to hate," yeah.