Colorbar giggled at him, like a small child, "Bad. Good. Okay." she said, trying to rate his singing. "Voice.Lower. Stomach." she said, trying to help him, and she started singing again.
"Basically, I bet you'll see, At first, I'm not quite what I seem. Every day is just the same,
picking names, repeating faces.
Everything is show and tell, and things are played off somewhat well, holding hands, we're rather bored. Nothing lines up anymore.
I could never understand how first impressions go unplanned. Everybody hides their face, how could I have noticed? Nonetheless, we're all the same. There's many things from where we came, show a smile, we're rather bored. Nothing lines up anymore.
Turn around about a new view, bring about the fear inside you, make a storm of tears and anger, never mind, don't worry 'bout me. We've disposed of our contention, do our best, avoid attention, "Just accept the things you know" Well, maybe so...
Wait,
what is going on here? I'm a little out of sorts. I've been contemplating fallacies and things that scare me. "Why not try to let go?", I've been feeling out of order, I'm allowing change, so, take a good look;
This is me, this is what I've come to be.
This is what
I've come to
be
Look away 'cause we forgot. The apathy that's tied in knots. Hearing our every thought. Everything is show and tell, and things are played off somewhat well. All because we're rather bored. Nothing matters anymore.
Moving along, dancing along, playing along.
I
am.
Waiting for it, preparing it, looking for it.
I
am.
Feeling around, messing around, looking at you.
I
am.
Laughing a lot, losing a lot, looking at you.
I
am.
What the hell should I do? I've been feeling out of order. I've been noticing fallacies and things that see me. Surely you've always known, I'm a little out of sorts. First impressions reborn. This is what I've come to be. This is what I shouldn't be. This is what I wanna be"