Until pebbles make rocks
If every colour vanished from the world
If everything I once knew drifted from my mind
Film has finished just looping at the end
See another version of myself standing
I can feel my body dragged by my shadow
My nerves are broken, but forced to follow
The feeling is just so real
But I still don’t understand me
The mirror gives me a look
Until pebbles make rocks
If every white noise became like music
If every gentle touch made me feel it
TV has become fuzz at the end of the night
My face became lit up by the light
In this moment, I need to feel bliss
Kill me with kindness, with a poisoned kiss
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