B.L.I.S.S.

True to self, it turned to black It fell right off, don't hold your breath No truth, no tell, all this time I wait for the warmth When it comes up The clouds rebirth Wash up on a bank Back to the cold no mistake All this time, these fruits I will take Till I wash down and drown in the lake True to self, it turned black It fell right off, it's hard to say Been living in someone's shoes