Good Thing Testo

There are no words I have to say
In this moment
You're asking me if I'm okay
But I need time to process
All these things that make me lose my focus
And all these parts of me I had not noticed

Before you came
Before you came
I know you think I'm being cold
But I can't bear to look at you today
'Cause every single time I do, I fear
It might be the last time that you'll see me this way

Way
Way

But I guess that's how we learn
By setting fire to things that bring us life
Before we've got to watch them burn
And so I'll say goodbye
Because I'd rather kill a good thing
Than wait for it to die

Die
Die

So draw your lines upon my skin
For the very final time And I will colour all them in
And retrace them until I
Can't remember what it feels like

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