Primitive Lyrics

I stood up next to those cold words, remaining close
Watching myself as I wave, there’s no way I’ve changed since then

I don’t want to look back
I’m for sure a hypocrite, with a talent of misleading
I don’t want to see yesterday ever again

What colour will I be stained in my repeating memories?
How nice must it be to go higher, oh, thousands of stars
Even if I pretend not to see, the world ahead is just a transparent painting
If you can grasp that, without thinking, would you believe?

Sometimes those cold words are like an invisible knife
Unexpectedly, grudges form, spitting out the feelings too hard to swallow
The embarrassing thing I just caught a glimpse of, is now all I think of

What colour will I be stained in my repeating memories?
How nice must it be to go higher, oh, thousands of stars
Even if I pretend not to see, the world ahead is just a transparent painting
If you can grasp that, without thinking, would you believe?

The hope I’ve thought of over and over is growing fainter, that I can’t tell how far away it is
I’m bore inside

What colour will I be stained in my repeating memories?
How nice must it be to go higher, oh, thousands of stars
Even if I pretend not to see, the world ahead is just a transparent painting
If you can grasp that, without thinking, would you believe?

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