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Strappalacrime per hikikomori.

I'm holding on to white balloons up against the sky of doom: tell me you see them, 'cause what's inside of me is invisible to most even in clear view. I'm sending out a signal to the possibility of you 'cause right at this moment I know you're connected to a part of me that I don't even know myself...

The changes in me are likely to be like the weather: stormy and clear, strength into fear bound together.

But I'll break my silence if I believe that you and me could ever be more than just whats been behind us; I tried and left, they came and went, I got rejected out again but no one believes me. I've worn a hundred faces of the character replacements and now nobody sees me. The changes in me are likely to be like the weather: cloudy at best...

Angels, lift me!
Are you with me?
I'm holding on to you like I'm holding on to white balloons... carry me away, I hope that you don't break.