the colors you see
define who you are
you ask "how could he"
but that won't get you far
your dying for answers
and dying for love
but so are those who discover cancer
and all of the above
your hurting inside
and crying out loud
you feel like you've died
inside this big crowd
your praying to be happy
to not be so sick
but life is so crappy
and boys are just dicks
-p.t.s
