Downer
Trace me where Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m heading
Cover me with broken blankets
Show me things that canâ"š¬â"ž¢t be seen
Just like my reflections
Close the door
So that I wonâ"š¬â"ž¢t be afraid
Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s my turn,
to be burned on a stick
If youâ"š¬â"ž¢d ask
I wouldâ"š¬â"ž¢ve passed,
but itâ"š¬â"ž¢s too late
Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s not my fault
Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s normal to see
people in a different way
Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s just like a circle
Please donâ"š¬â"ž¢t fall
Give it the can
Open all the windows,
so that I wonâ"š¬â"ž¢t be afraid