More red ink, and I leave believing I don't want to think
More red tape, and I'm looking to book it and escape
More of the same, and there's no way to go back
More of the same, cowering trying to brace for attack
More red lights and I'm trying to fly into the night
More red signs, and I'm reeling from the feeling of not being fine
More blue waters, and I leave believing it's only just starting
More blue roses, and I'm striving to keep the drive for these poses
More of the same, and I'm starting to forget all of their names
More of the same, trying to figure out where I've gone, and from where I came
More blue days, and I'm trying to fly off and get away
More blue times, and I'm clinging to my music and my rhymes
More green bills, and I leave believing money’s racking up kills
More green eyes, and I’m hiding my eyes to escape past ties
More of the same, and the same becomes a violent game
More of the same, trying not to be ferocious, but still untamed
More green leaves, and I’m falling from my calling off these trees
More green dreams, and I’m reeling from the feeling of being torn at the seams
More colors than I could possibly imagine
Painting me shades of unwanted feelings again
More colors than one could even start to comprehend
And I’m trying to figure out how this will all end
More colors than I have lines to write about
And it’s no wonder none of us can figure it out
More colors, more hues, more shades of more truth
And I can’t figure out why this doesn’t happen to you…
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