There are so many parts that I have hidden and that I yet lost
There are so many lanes that I have cut off my nose despite my face
There are so many colors that I try to hide while I paint
And there are so tunes that I secretly sing away

 [bad word] along
Yea, invite these part-time writers [bad word]  this invitation 
Is one that I’ve stopped fighting oh oh

Thank you for seeing me
I feel so less lonely
Thank you for guiding me
I hear your bide, you empathy
Ha-a it’s into the sea ha-a-a-a

There were so many times I thought I have died, not the usually known
Lived in so many moments, forever lonely in my location

 [bad word] along
To celebrate each feeling [bad word]  there you are
How long have I’ve been fighting?

Thank you for seeing me
I feel so less lonely
Thank you for guiding me
I hear your bide, you empathy
Ha-a it’s into the sea ha-a-a-a

There were some days when the [bad word] was the last of me
You’re quiet too much, you see too less
Except you’re generous, see?
To love myself enough
To let you help me

Thank you for seeing me
I feel so less lonely
Thank you for guiding me
I hear your bide, you empathy
Ha-a it’s into the sea ha-a-a-a