A Try-On

Everything's the same I taught myself It would be difficult to belive in my bad intuition Touch my wounds when I'm in the mood 'Cause all the dreams are getting wet and wild and too much loveless Things are enough The wind blow out my wind I'm so stupid. I need someone Try on, try on, try on I'm sink of it all Life is no more a whimsy game The parties are over and no one's here to call me 'A whimp' I'm too self conscious to boom my room The room is full of egoistic kind of garbeges Things are enough The wind blow out my mind I'm so stupid, I need you So try on, try on, try on How do you feel? I deadly want to see you Hold you, and be with you to wake my soul Try on, try on, try on, try on I can't go back, anyways to my past A crying after laughter or a laughter after the blues has gone Which is the life? So please try on, try on, try on, try on You can't go back, anyways to the past Try on Try on Try on Try on...