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
Yeah, 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, this intimacy, ha
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, this intimacy ha
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, this intimacy ha
