You always have your head down Your hair falls around your face like a curtain You're always wondering If the clouds above will ever stop their wrongdoings
You've got a quiet room I always thought it must have been bad timing But if you are fine Then why do I always find you crying
I see right through you I see right through you I see right through you I see right through you
On the silent days You let your strings slowly start to fray Your mind tends to float away And then you're blinded by the things You wish you've never seen
In your bed you stay Caught up by all the things you overcomplicate But to you that's okay 'Cause you're a girl that has been dusted in reality
I see right through you I see right through you I see right through you I see right through you
And I will always wait up for your call To give you some solace, but you stall That's why you're feeling nothing in your cold and aching bones Anymore, anymore, anymore
Yeah, there's something in you eyes these days, I know Please tell me what you wish for, then I'll go I'm sorry for intruding, but I just can't watch you fall Anymore, anymore, anymore
I see right through you I see right through you I see right through you I see right through you
I see right through you I see right through you I see right through you I see right through you
Compositor: Conan Lee Gray (Conan Gray) (BMI)Editor: Conan Gray Inc (ASCAP)Administração: Sony Music Publishing LLC, Sony-ATV Tunes LLC (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #23347068 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM