I always want you the most
when you are turning back
I always want black
when you are white
Or maybe I want grey
Or I would never figure out what I want
Or maybe I want nothing
Tell me what are we doing
Are we drowning or flying?
Cause you keep on bouncing back
Then I kept getting slaps on face
I need to believe that we are
(not) having a happy ending
I used to told you to stop,
stop burdening me
with your so-called love.
Maybe I just need to stop myself
to keep bouncing back and forth
Please, tell me!
Are we drowning or flying?
Flying or drowning?
?
but no matter what
our feet are not on the ground
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