I'm remembering all those trees
Touching, moving, falling im at peace
Every sky that falls is purple once again
Then when im lost i never trust my friends
So much hell above
Am i lucky enough
To touch them right
Before i go into the fog
Before i go get myself lost
What would happen if i changed my mind
Everything would fall right from the seams
What about if there is Hell above
Actually
Id take back losing sleep
Cuz i don't know about the answer now
And i never did
I just pretended it
I know I'm such a good liar
Back then i was tired