| Colour, Blind |
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| In honesty I’ve found my way but I’ve lost direction. |
| Seeing colours inside myself that I’m starting to hate. |
| I’ve asked a few times now, 'Am I feeling better yet?' |
| God damn anger, you’ve done nothing for me. |
| Will you promise, I’m not dead inside. |
| Will you promise, that I’m god damn fine. |
| Craving recovery, you’ll slowly see, that all I am is crumbling. |
| When the sun comes up, will you check my breathing. |
| I’ve got no way of seeing that my life has meaning. |
