It's you who hurt me
Grey clouds
Look, I'm practicing
Meet yourself
Sitting in an elevator in mid air
Pretend you don't care where he is
Distance of contradiction
Close to
Crowded beauty
Through the wall
Should I give up or stick to it
I think it's a boring game
I began to doubt myself
He began to cry
Began to laugh at their own distortion
I began to miss the air
I started to hate elevators
I began to blame myself for my despair
It's you who hurt me
Grey clouds
Look, I'm practicing
Meet yourself
Sitting in an elevator in mid air
I think it's a boring game
I began to doubt myself
He began to cry
Began to laugh at their own distortion
I began to miss the air
I started to hate elevators
I began to blame myself for my despair
I began to doubt myself
He began to cry
Began to laugh at their own distortion
I began to miss the air
I started to hate elevators
I began to blame myself for my despair
I began to doubt myself
He began to cry
Began to laugh at their own distortion
I began to miss the air
I started to hate elevators
I began to blame myself for my despair
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