November

There's no place for me to go
That you haven't stolen something
Some clouds are wetting my small body
From somewhere that I don't remember
Maybe from my old home, it's so cloudy
And you didn't show up in november
How can I keeping living this dumb thing?

We shouldn't have looked at each other that day
I knew you could never be mine, or stay

I empty myself from you and you come back
You keep quiet and I ever go back to black
I tell myself to let it go but your hand in my neck
You drunk my mind with some kind invisible flask
Oh God, what's going here at today?
I lost control of a game you made me play

What happens when a soul is addicted to another?
And all the favorites memories can not smother
Because you've already plunged deep enough
To get out and continue as if you never had existed
Whatever it takes to clean me up from your stuffs
No matter how much memories can hurt, I have to do it

I empty myself from you and you come back
You keep quiet and I ever go back to black
I tell myself to let it go but your hand in my neck
You drunk my mind with some kind invisible flask
Oh God, what's going here at today?
I lost control of a game you made me play

When you really will deseapear?
I want my old life again
Where you can't use your plan

We shouldn't have looked at each other that day
I knew you could never be mine, or stay

I empty myself from you and you come back
You keep quiet and I ever go back to black
I tell myself to let it go but your hand in my neck
You drunk my mind with some kind invisible flask
Oh God, what's going here at today?
I lost control of a game you made me play