Part III

The color of my face, it changes by day
But when the cold comes through it washes away
I wanna paint it so that it stays the same
The blood inside me is a dark purple shade

I feel it coming, don’t know where it can stay
My eyes go cloudy almost every day
Wish I could speak, but I have nothing to say
All I can show you is this piece of mine
I waste my time in the morning and evening
Caught in a feeling
I waste my mind looking up at the ceiling

It’s just a feeling
It’s just a feeling
It’s just a feeling
It’s just a feeling

You can spend the day in lots of other ways
Spend the day doing them
It’s just a feeling
It’s just a feeling