On days I hate being me
On days I want to disappear forever
Let's make a door, and it's in your heart.
If you open that door and enter,
This place will be waiting for you
It's okay to trust me, I'll comfort you
Magic Shop
Got so much to say
But can't organize myself
Help me, S.O.S
(1, 2, 3, 4)
I want to pick and gather all
The pretty words for you
They stick in my
Throat in front of you
I promise myself, while drinking
A glass of water in the morning, to tell you
I will confess what has been
On the tip of my...