Lyrics:

It seems things are indictive to
A distinct desire to observe such, heal such
Behave such that makes this hard for me

I'm not real and I deny
I won't heal unless I cry
I can't grieve, so I won't grow
I won't heal till I let it go

I'm not real and I deny
I won't heal unless I cry

It seems things are indictive to
A distinct desire to observe such, heal such
Behave such that makes this hard for me

I'm not real and I deny
I won't heal unless I cry
I cant grieve, so I won't grow
I won't heal till I let it go

I'm not real and I deny
I won't heal unless I cry
I can't grieve, so I won't grow
I won't heal till I let it go

Cry, cry, cry till you know why
I lost myself, identify
Cry, cry, cry till you know why
I lost myself, identify

I'm not real and I deny
I won't heal unless I cry
I can't grieve, so I won't grow
I won't heal till I let it go