Isn't it funny that all the colours only break through in the dark,
And you show up in the orange
Morning sky.
Is it dumb to get mad on a flower walk,
because I think back when you said that you don't have a flower you like?
If I only could get high enough,
then I would see you again,
because I run and run and run
to get through your walls
and I couldn't break them.
It never gets back like before.
I could make it right for you,
but if I'll scream out all the words, would you listen?
The saddest part is,
if you would call,
I wouldn't hang up and get on.
Are you alive like I am alive,
then send a message.
Entitled expectation lasting like an unattainable weight on me.
I'll swim in a hellfire sea,
Scrape my afflictions on a letter you'll never see.
I'm in the prison of this night and so sick of hope to get free, can't believe that I get nothing right.
All goes wrong, just a kiss from you, and I'll go blind.
Your eyes on me and I feel like I'm in a Circus, didn't blink in a minute, it is quite strange.
Did you think about the things you might say?
Caught in a daze of my imagination,
Don't feel my legs, yet I'm still standing,
heard from someone that you've never been loved.
When I said that I'd fall from cloud seven, then I'm for real, because that ain't a small Metaphor.
