Kitepunk - Withering Away In The Sun

Withering away in the sun
Cannot tell what’s going on
This is what happens to someone like me
When nothing follows my pleas
And let’s just say that
Someday that
I’m gone
Will you still remember me
Finally free
When I see a nice person under the shade of a tree
It makes it seem like
Others are disguised
Into being like
One thing I can’t describe
Withering away in the sun
While other people are having fun
It makes it seem like
Othеrs are riding their bikes
Think of
Sink of
Brеath of
Hear of
Something i can’t describe