Paroles de Lonely

Am i real and what do i feel
Hate is half a heart
Only i am in my arms

You were sold to something to hold
Nothing's as rude as the cold
Stupidly beautifoolish true you
Maybe madness is a heart
Maybe heaven is a habit

If i could fly i'd live in the sky
I come from why and obviously you do too
The very start of everything hard
Could be the slip of a fingertip