You couldn't even bring yourself. . To stay, oh no. You had to go. Spoil it all. I know you had to go. Now I find these endlessly. Colourblind days. To fill.
i watched the colors fade to gray, as all my tears got in the way, my feelings paralyzed me, but then i learned to walk away. the Son has left these scars, from forty days of wandering, the little picture on my mirror, is calling me back home, the folded paper in my pocket is what i can't let go of, but i was never made, to live this life i can't call my own.