Letra da Música: L'arc-en-Ciel - Fake P

i used to stay home laying here on the ground
wasting time among hypothesis
i was growing older everyday
a pair of years every single week
I am losing control of my shape
I am losing control of my shape
there is nothing once again around you and me
and a soft wall placed in between
someone's suggesting the colour of eyes and skin
but I know why, why he's doing this
I am losing control of my shape
I am losing control of my shape