too much for your color-blind eyes
I guess this is just the way it is? I hate it.
I’ve been trying to hold on, and I’ve just about lost my grip. It hurts.
It may well be possible to both want and despise the same person, it turns out.
You’re right next to meBut I need an airplaneI can feel the distance as you breathe
Where has my fire gone?
you hurt and you ragefrom broken promises Ihad no chance to make
Losing everything can be a gift.
this she was trampledinto a new shape and sizeshe grew beyond it
Nothing lasts forever. It still has value.