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 still try to hide while I paint
And there are so many tunes that I secretly sing away
But come along
Yea, invite these part-time writers
Come, 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, your empathy
Ha-a this intimacy 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
But come along
To celebrate each feeling
Come, 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 this intimacy ha-a-a-a
There were some days when the trusting 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 this intimacy ha-a-a-a
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