My baby lives in shades of blue . .I live in shades of blue , i am shades of blue.
Lost people surround this world everywhere.
Lonely people
Sad people
Blue people
People with peculiar minds , filled with exotic souls and sad eyes . Oh those sad sad eyes . My sad sad eyes .
Do you know what is the most alluring of all this , people always think its them whom are the sad ones , the ones with the blues . It doesn't surprise me . They only care about themselves , they only think they are the ones going through life's rain .
I go through this , I'm sure everyone does . The people i call friends think they are the only ones who are sharing traits of depression . Im the normal one . IM THE NORMAL ONE.
You are not a mind reader . You do not know ones chaotic mind , ones beautifully corrupt mind .
Lesson : never tell your friend she doesn't have problems
Reason : you don't know them as much as you think you do , to simplify , your not a mind reader .
I live in shades of blue , no i don't have blue eyes . Im sad . Full stop . Sometimes i think I'm crazy , because my mind is too full up . Yet i don't show this . Why do so called mental people get locked away in asylums ? Because they reveal their insides . Unlike some of us , you friends , loved ones , we are not obvious .
Don't blame those flames , those poor innocent asylum imprisoned birds . Oh those poor poor birds . They have no control . We all have flames , life gives us flames . Reminder : this is neither heaven or hell .
As i stand by your flame ... By my flame ,
That blue flame . Reflecting my sadness .
