[Intro] The Sun could turn grey until you admit you could have been wrong about anything. [Verse 1] Too thick a skin Too fragile Too sad Too much Too less No Grin [Bridge] Your Memory, selective What you remember, attractive to your Mindset yet still do you feel the Rift do you feel at all? [Verse 2] You shout You walk You yell You leave You return Repeat [Chorus] What is wrong and what is right is not for you to decide you had your Time, you used it well your Rust is aching at the Bell [Verse 3] Too scared Too angry Too wrong Too false Too whatever Just leave [Bridge] Your Memory, selective You see Shades at Edges void of Colors, void of Joy do you feel the Rift do you feel at all? [Chorus] What is wrong and what is right is not for you to decide you had your Time, you used it well your Rust is aching at the Bell [Outro] All you blame is what you fear other Lifestyles coming near to your Comfort Zone of Doom just make up a little Room else you end hateful and cold
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