Clouds
Put down the idea that I'm broken
The idea that you're not real
The idea that you can change
Change to you is no more than a new lie
Flowers unfold to show us as a beautiful play
Is this not always who we are?
To keep this motion going is so selfish
Flowers unfold to show a beautiful charade
Let's dance one more time
You fill this empty heart
Writer/s: Devil Sold His Soul
