L'arc-en-Ciel 歌词

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